-  7     o  O  i    A"  y       ~ " 

diction."  Hardly  less  appealing  is  the  account  of  the 
Cambridge  training.  One  of  its  most  important  incidents 
was  the  undertaking  with  the  late  Samuel  Johnson  (Mr. 
Longfellow's  close  friend  for  forty  years)  to  prepare  a  new 
hymnal  for  the  Unitarian  Church.  Not  only  did  they  print 
fresh,  if  not  wholly  new,  spiritual  songs  from  Theodore 
Parker,  Henry  Longfellow,  Emerson,  Lowell,  Harriet 
Beecher  Stowe,  Trench,  Clarke,  Furness,  and  others,  but 
they  really  introduced  Whittier  to  the  world  as  a  hymnist. 
The  publication  also  included  Cardinal  Newman's  "  Lead, 
Kindly  Light,"  which  they  had  found  as  an  anonymous 
poem  in  a  newspaper;  and  "Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee," 
appeared  for  the  first  time  in  an  American  hymnal. 


FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

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HYMNS 


FOR 


PUBLIC   AND  PRIVATE  DEVOTION. 


CAMBRIDGE: 
METCALF    AND    COMPANY, 

PRINTERS  TO  THE  UNIVERSITY. 

1846. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1846,  by 

Mktcalp  and  Company, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of  Massachusetts. 


PREFACE. 


The  Sentences  and  Selections  from  the  Scriptures 
prefixed  to  the  following  collection  of  Hymns  are 
intended  for  the  introduction  of  public  worship.  The 
Selections  are  arranged  to  be  read  alternately  by 
the  minister  and  the  people  ;  or  they  can  be  sung  by 
the  choir. 

Among  the  Hymns  will  be  found  many  which  are 
not  of  the  commonly  recognized  metres.  Some  of 
these  are  already  set  to  music  of  their  own.  Others 
can  readily  be  adapted  by  the  choir-leader  to  the 
simple  chants  which  are  now  generally  found  in  our 
collections  of  sacred  music. 

An  asterisk  prefixed  to  the  author's  name  indicates 
that  some  change  has  been  made  in  the  hymn  by 
the  present  compilers. 

Cambridge,  July  1,  1846. 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2010  with  funding  from 

Calvin  College 


http://www.archive.org/details/bookofhymnsforpuOOIong 


CONTENTS. 


INTRODUCTORY  SENTENCES  AND  SELECTIONS. 

HYMNS. 

Hymns  of  Worship. 

Opening  Hymns,  1  -24.  Prayer,  25-46.  Praise,  47 
-  56.     Closing  Hymns,  57-70. 

God  and  his  Influences. 

His  Being,  71.  Wisdom,  72.  Truth  and  Love,  73. 
Love,  74-78.  Present  everywhere,  79-83.  In  Na- 
ture, 84-89.  In  the  Soul,  90,  91.  Communion  with 
God,  in  Prayer,  92-101. 

Jesus  Christ. 

His  Advent  and  Birth,  102-108.  Mission,  109-112. 
Life  and  Miracles,  113-118.  Spirit  and  Teaching,  119 
-125.  Sufferings,  126-133.  Crucifixion,  134-136. 
Resurrection,  137,  138. 

Communion  Hymns. 

Remembrance  of  Jesus,  139,  140,  146,'  148.  Strength 
from  his  Sufferings,  141  -  144-     The  Cross  of  Christ,  145. 


VI  CONTENTS. 

Example  of  Jesus,  147,   149,  152.     Presence  of  Jesus, 

150,  154,  155.     Bread  of  Heaven,  153.     One  in  Christ, 

151,  157,  158.     Christ  the  Way,  Truth,  and  Life,  156. 
Invitations,  159-162.     Parting  Hymns,  163,  164. 

Christianity  and  the  Kingdom  of  Heaven. 

Preaching  of  the  Gospel,  165-167.  The  Word,  168- 
170.  Coming  of  God's  Kingdom,  171  -  177.  The  Church 
Triumphant,  178-180.  Christianity,  181.  Equality, 
182.  Unity,  183.  Brotherhood,  184.  Peace,  185,  186. 
Hope  of  Man,  187,  188.  Liberty,  189,  190.  Reformers, 
191.     Kingdom  of  Heaven,  192. 

The  Christian  Life. 

Spiritual  Influences,  193-200.  Penitence,  201-205. 
Inward  Struggle,  206-216.  Aspirations  and  Spiritual 
Desires,  217-238.  Coming  to  God,  239,  240.  Self- 
consecration,  241-243.  The  New  Birth,  244-246. 
Trust  in  God,  247-268.  Faith,  269-276.  Christian 
Virtues  :  Watchfulness,  277,  278.  Independence,  279. 
Purity,  280,  281.  Calmness,  282.  Charity,  283-288. 
Earnestness,  289.  Prayer  and  Action,  290.  Faith  and 
Works,  291.  Love  to  Man,  292  -  299.  Meaning  of  Life, 
300-305.  Action,  306-310.  Conflict,  311 -321.  Af- 
fliction, 322-344.  Death,  345-350.  The  Spiritual 
World,  351-361. 

Occasional. 

Morning,  362-366.  Evening,  367-372.  The  Sab- 
bath, 373-375.  Baptism,  376-379.  Marriage,  380, 
381.  Dedication,  382,  383.  Ordination,  384-386. 
Fast,  387,  388.  New  Year,  389,  390.  Spring,  391  - 
393.  Summer,  394,  395.  Thanksgiving  for  the  Har- 
vest, 396-398.     Seasons,  399.     Close  of  the  Year,  401, 


CONTENTS.  Vll 

402.  Funeral  Hymns,  403-413.  For  a  Charitable  Oc- 
casion, 414.  The  Poor,  415.  Missions,  416-418.  For 
a  Peace  Meeting,  419  -  422.     In  Time  of  War,  420. 

Miscellaneous. 

The  Ancient  Church,  423.  A  Meeting  of  Ministers, 
424,  425.  The  Reformers,  426.  Martyrs,  427,  428. 
Walk  in  the  light,  429.  At  Sea,  430.  Christian  Mar- 
iner, 431.  Husbandman's  Hymn,  432.  Remembrance 
of  our  Fathers,  433.  Our  Country,  434,  435.  Amer- 
ican Slavery,  436-440.  Christian's  Last  Prayer,  442. 
Children,  443-448.  Christian  Pilgrim,  449.  A  Merry 
Heart,  450.  Christmas,  451.  Gethsemane,  452.  Com- 
munion of  Saints,  453.  Law  and  Love,  454.  Prayer  and 
Labor,  455.  Strength  from  Struggle,  456.  Heavenly 
Guide,  457.  Light  for  all,  458.  A  Summer  Festival, 
459.  A  Morning  Hymn,  460.  Evening  Hymn,  461. 
Sabbath  Evening,  462.  Silent  Prayer,  463.  Glad  Wor- 
ship, 464.  Praise,  465.  The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  tem- 
ple, 466.  God,  467.  Hymn  of  Thanksgiving,  468. 
The  Good  Shepherd,  469.  Calm  Trust,  470.  The  One 
God,  471.  In  a  Storm,  472.  One  in  Christ,  473.  Hymn 
of  the  Last  Supper,  474.  Consolation,  475.  The  Elder 
Scripture,  476.  Rest,  477.  The  Pilgrim  Fathers,  478. 
He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep,  479. 


INTRODUCTORY  SENTENCES  AND 
SELECTIONS. 


I.       INTRODUCTORY    SENTENCES. 

The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple  ;  let  all  that  is 
of  earth  keep  silence  before  him. 

Surely  this  is  no  other  than  the  house  of  God 
and  the  gate  of  heaven. 

Commune  with  your  own  hearts  and  be  still  ; 
wait  upon  the  Lord  ;  be  of  good  courage,  and  he 
shall  strengthen  your  souls. 

Offer  the  sacrifices  of  righteousness,  and  put 
your  trust  in  the  Lord. 

Bring  no  vain  oblations,  but  present  yourselves 
a  living  sacrifice,  holy  and  acceptable  unto  the 
Lord. 

Wash  you  ;  make  you  clean  ;  cease  to  do  evil, 
learn  to  do  good. 

Seek  justice  ;  relieve  the  oppressed  ;  aid  the 
fatherless  ;  plead  for  the  widow  ;  seek  peace. 

Thou  shalt  love  the  Lord  thy  God  with  all  thy 
heart,  and  with  all  thy  mind,  and  with  all  thy 
strength,  and  thy  neighbour  as  thyself. 


X  SENTENCES   AND    SELECTIONS. 

Therefore  if  thou  bringest  thy  gift  unto  the 
altar  and  there  rememberest  that  thy  brother  hath 
aught  against  thee,  first  be  reconciled  to  thy  broth- 
er, and  then  come  and  offer  thy  gift. 

For  if  thou  lovest  not  thy  brother  whom  thou 
hast  seen,  how  canst  thou  love  God  whom  thou 
hast  not  seen  ? 

Love  is  the  fulfilling  of  the  law. 


Come  unto  me,  all  ye  that  labor  and  are  heavy 
laden,  and  I  will  give  you  rest : 

Take  my  yoke  upon  you  and  learn  of  me ;  for 
I  am  meek  and  lowly  of  heart,  and  ye  shall  find 
rest  unto  your  souls. 

Let  the  wicked  man  forsake  his  way,  and  the 
unrighteous  man  his  thoughts  : 

Let  him  return  unto  the  Lord,  and  he  will 
have  compassion  upon  him ;  and  to  our  God,  who 
will  abundantly  pardon. 

Ask  and  it  shall  be  given  you  ;  seek  and  ye 
shall  find  ;  knock  and  it  shall  be  opened  unto  you  : 

For  if  ye  give  good  gifts  unto  your  children, 
how  much  more  shall  your  Heavenly  Father  give 
his  holy  spirit  unto  them  who  ask  of  him  ! 

And  whatsoever  things  ye  shall  ask  in  prayer, 
having  faith,  ye  shall  receive  : 

For  your  Heavenly  Father  knoweth  what  ye 
have  need  of,  before  ye  ask  him. 


SENTENCES   AND    SELECTIONS.  xi 

And  the  Spirit  saith,  Come  !  and  let  him  that 
heareth  say,  Come  ! 

Let  him  that  is  athirst  come  ;  and  whosoever 
will,  let  him  take  of  the  water  of  life  freely. 

And  whosoever  shall  drink  of  the  water  which 
Christ  shall  give  him  shall  never  thirst  more : 

For  it  shall  be  unto  him  a  well  of  water  spring- 
ing up  unto  everlasting  life. 


II.       WORSHIP. 

Who  shall  ascend  into  the  hill  of  the  Lord, 
and  who  shall  stand  in  his  holy  place  ? 

He  that  hath  clean  hands  and  a  pure  heart ; 
for  the  pure  in  heart  shall  see  God. 

I  will  wash  mine  hands  in  innocency  ;  so  will 
I  come  unto  thine  altar,  O  God  ! 

When  thou  saidst,  "Seek  ye  my  face,"  my 
heart  made  answer,  "  Thy  face,  O  Lord,  will  I 
seek." 

I  was  glad  when  they  said  unto  me,  Let  us  go 
into  the  house  of  the  Lord  : 

For  thou,  O  God,  art  full  of  compassion  and 
love  ;  long-suffering  and  plenteous  in  mercy. 

All  the  nations  which  thou  hast  made  shall 
worship  before  thee,  O  Lord  : 

All  the  earth  shall  worship  thee, 'and  sing  unto 
thy  name. 


Xll  SENTENCES   AND   SELECTIONS. 

God  is  a  spirit,  and  they  who  worship  him 
must  worship  him  in  spirit  and  in  truth  : 

It  is  the  spirit  that  quickeneth  ;  the  form  prof- 
iteth  nothing. 

The  hour  cometh  and  now  is,  when  the  true 
worshippers  shall  worship  the  Father  in  spirit  and 
in  truth  : 

For  the  Father  seeketh  such  to  worship  him. 


III.       WORSHIP. 

O  come,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord,  let  us 
heartily  rejoice  in  the  strength  of  our  salvation  : 

Let  us  come  before  his  presence  with  thanks- 
giving, and  show  ourselves  glad  in  him  with  psalms. 

For  the  Lord  is  a  great  God  ;  and  a  great 
King  above  all  gods. 

In  his  hand  are  all  the  corners  of  the  earth  ; 
and  the  strength  of  the  hills  is  his  also. 

The  sea  is  his,  and  he  made  it ;  and  his  hands 
prepared  the  dry  land. 

O,  come,  let  us  worship,  and  fall  down,  and 
kneel  before  the  Lord  our  Maker. 

For  he  is  the  Lord  our  God  ;  and  we  are  the 
people  of  his  pasture,  and  the  sheep  of  his  hand. 

O,  worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holiness  ; 
let  the  whole  earth  stand  in  reverence  before  him. 

For  he  cometh,  for  he  cometh  to  give  justice 
to  the  earth  ;  and  with  righteousness  to  judge  the 
world,  and  the  people  with  his  truth. 


SENTENCES   AND   SELECTIONS.  Xlll 


IV.       PRAISE. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  for  it  is  a  good  thing  to 
sing  praises  unto  our  God  : 

Yea,  it  is  a  joyful  and  a  pleasant  thing  to  give 
thanks  unto  our  God. 

For  he  made  the  heaven  and  the  earth,  the  sea 
and  all  that  is  therein  ;  he  keepeth  truth  for  ever  : 

He  giveth  to  all  their  food  ;  he  heareth  the 
young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

He  helpeth  them  to  right  which  have  suffered 
wrong  ;  he  feedeth  the  hungry  : 

He  maketh  peace  in  our  borders  ;  he  satisfieth 
us  with  the  finest  of  wheat. 

He  healeth  them  that  are  of  a  broken  heart  ; 
he  bindeth  up  their  wounds  : 

He  lifteth  up  the  lowly  ;  he  raiseth  them  that 
are  fallen. 

He  careth  for  the  stranger  ;  he  defendeth  the 
fatherless  and  the  widow  : 

He  freeth  them  who  are  enslaved  ;  he  openeth 
the  eyes  of  the  blind. 

Sing  unto  the  Lord  with  thanksgiving  ;  sing 
praises  unto  our  God  : 

From  the  rising  of  the  sun  even  unto  the  going 
down  thereof,  let  the  name  of  the  Lord  be  praised. 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  : 
And  on  earth  peace,  good-will  to  men. 
b 


XIV  SENTENCES    AND    SELECTIONS. 


V.       PRAISE. 

Praise  waiteth  for  thee,  O  God,  in  Zion,  and 
unto  thee  shall  the  vow  be  performed  : 

The  Lord  is  great  and  greatly  to  be  praised  ; 
in  the  city  of  our  God,  in  all  his  holy  mountain. 

Let  the  people  praise  thee,  O  God  ;  yea,  let 
all  the  people  praise  thee  ! 

Blessed  be  the  Lord,  who  daily  loadeth  us  with 
benefits,  who  crowneth  us  with  mercy  and  loving- 
kindness. 

O,  make  a  joyful  music  unto  the  Lord,  all  ye 
people  ;  come  before  his  presence  with  singing  : 

Let  us  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and 
into  his  courts  with  praise. 

Praise  the  Lord,  O  my  soul,  and  all  that  is 
within  me  praise  his  holy  name  : 

Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul,  and  forget  not  all 
his  benefits  ! 

Who  forgiveth  all  our  sins,  and  healeth  all  our 
infirmities  : 

Who  saveth  our  lives  from  destruction,  and 
crowneth  us  with  loving-kindness  and  tender  mer- 
cies. 

O,  praise  the  Lord,  ye  his  angels,  ye  that  fulfil 
his  commands,  that  obey  his  voice  ! 

O,  praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  people,  ye  ser- 
vants of  his  that  do  his  pleasure  ! 


SENTENCES   AND    SELECTIONS.  XV 

Glory  to  God  in  the  highest  ;  glory  to  God  in 
the  highest : 

And  on  earth  peace,  good-will  to  men. 


VI.       THANKSGIVING. 

It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord  : 
And  to  sing  praises  unto  thy  name,  O  Most 
High! 

All  the  earth  shall  worship  thee,  and  sing  unto 
thy  name  : 

For  thou  art  the  confidence  of  all  the  ends  of 
the  earth,  and  of  the  seas  afar  off. 

Thou,  by  thy  might,  settest  fast  the  mountains, 
being  girded  with  power  : 

Thou  stillest  the  roar  of  the  seas,  the  roar  of 
their  waves,  and  the  tumult  of  the  people. 

The  eyes  of  all  wait  upon  thee,  and  thou  giv- 
est  them  their  meat  in  due  season  : 

Thou  openest  thy  hand  and  satisfiest  the  de- 
sires of  every  living  thing. 

Thou  makest  the  regions  of  the  morning  and 
of  the  evening  to  rejoice  : 

Thou  visitest  the  earth  and  waterest  it ;  thou 
greatly  enrichest  it ;  the  river  of  God  is  full  of 
water. 

Thou  makest  it  soft  with  showers  ;  thou  bless- 
est  the  springing  thereof: 

Thou  crownest  the  year  with  goodness  ;  and 
in  thy  footsteps  droppeth  fruitfulness. 


XVI  SENTENCES    AND    SELECTIONS. 

The  pastures  are  covered  with  flocks ;  the  val- 
leys are  garmented  with  corn  : 

They  shout  for  joy  ;  they  do  also  sing. 

Let  the  people  praise  thee,  O  God  !  let  all  the 
people  praise  thee  : 

For  the  earth  hath  yielded  her  increase,  and 
God,  our  God,  hath  blessed  us. 

Sing  unto  the  Lord  with  thanksgiving  ;  sing 
praises  unto  our  God  : 

It  is  he  who  preserveth  our  lives  ;  who  guard- 
eth  our  feet  that  they  may  not  falter. 

He  hath  strengthened  thy  gates,  O  Jerusalem  ! 
he  hath  blessed  thy  children  within  thee  : 

He  maketh  peace  in  thy  borders  ;  he  filleth 
thee  with  the  finest  of  the  wheat. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  O  ye  people  !  princes 
and  all  judges  of  the  earth  ;  both  young  men  and 
maidens,  old  men  and  children  : 

Let  them  praise  the  name  of  the  Lord,  for  his 
name  alone  is  excellent. 


VII.       YEARNING. 


As  the  hart  panteth  for  the  water-brooks,  so 
yearneth  my  soul  for  thee,  O  God  : 

My  soul  thirstelh  for  thee,  the  living  God  ;  my 
heart  longeth  for  thee  in  a  dry  land  where  is  no 
water. 


SENTENCES    AND    SELECTIONS.  XV11 

Why  art  thou  cast  down,  my  soul  ;  and  why 
art  thou  disquieted  within  me  ? 

Hope  thou  in  God,  for  I  shall  yet  praise  him,  — 
him,  my  deliverer  and  my  God. 

Father,  send  forth  thy  light  and  thy  truth,  let 
them  guide  me  : 

Let  them  lead  me  to  thy  holy  mountain  and  to 
thy  dwelling-place. 

Then  will  I  go  to  the  altar  of  my  God  ;  to  the 
God  of  my  joy  and  my  exultation  : 

For  he  satisfieth  the  longing  soul,  and  filleth 
the  hungry  soul  with  good. 


VIII.       THE    ALL-PRESENT    GOD. 

O  Lord,  thou  hast  searched  me  and  known 
me  ;  thou  knowest  my  thoughts  from  afar  : 

Thou  seest  my  path  and  my  lying  down,  and 
art  acquainted  with  all  my  ways. 

Thou  besettest  me  behind  and  before,  and  lay- 
est  thy  hand  upon  me  : 

Whither  shall  I  go  from  thy  spirit,  and  whither 
shall  I  flee  from  thy  presence  ? 

Should  I  take  the  wings  of  the  morning  and 
dwell  in  the  uttermost  parts  of  the  sea  : 

Even  there  thy  hand   shall  lead  me  and  thy 
right  hand  uphold  me. 
b* 


XVlll  SENTENCES  AND  SELECTIONS. 

If  I  say,  Surely  the  darkness  shall  hide  me, 
even  the  night  shall  be  light  about  me  : 

Yea,  the  darkness  hideth  not  from  thee,  but 
the  night  shineth  as  the  day. 

The  darkness  and  the  light  are  both  alike  to 
thee,  O  God ! 

And  whether  I  wake  or  sleep,  I  am  still  with 
thee. 


IX.       TRUST. 

They  who  trust  in  the  Lord  shall  be  as  Mount 
Zion,  which  cannot  be  moved  : 

As  the  mountains  are  round  about  Jerusalem, 
so  the  Lord  is  round  about  his  people,  now  and 
for  ever. 

God  is  our  refuge  and  defence,  an  ever  present 
help  in  trouble  : 

Therefore  will  we  not  fear,  though  the  earth 
be  removed  and  the  mountains  be  carried  into  the 
midst  of  the  sea. 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  I  shall  not  want  ; 
he  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  green  pastures,  he 
leadeth  me  beside  the  still  waters  : 

He  restoreth  my  soul  ;  he  leadeth  me  in  the 
paths  of  righteousness  for  his  name's  sake. 

Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of  the 
shadow  as  of  death,  I  will  fear  no  evil  : 

For  Thou  art  with  me,  thy  rod  and  thy  staff 
they  comfort  me. 


SENTENCES    AND    SELECTIONS.  xix 

They  who  sow  in  tears  shall  reap  in  joy  : 
He  who  goeth  forth  with  his  seed  weeping,  shall 
return  rejoicing  with  his  sheaves. 

Into  thy  hands  I  commit  my  spirit  : 
In  thee  have  I  put  my  trust,  therefore  I  will 
not  fear. 


x.       PEACE. 

He  that  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place  of  the 
Most  High  shall  abide  under  the  shadow  of  the 
Almighty  : 

For  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 

He  hath  given  his  angels  charge  over  thee,  to 
keep  thee  in  all  thy  ways ;  if  he  sendeth  quiet, 
who  can  make  trouble  ? 

For  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 

Thou  shalt  not  be  afraid  for  the  terror  by  night, 
nor  for  the  arrow  that  flieth  by  day  ;  nor  for  the 
pestilence  that  walketh  in  darkness,  nor  for  the 
destruction  that  wasteth  by  noonday  : 

For  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 

Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul ;  for  the  Lord 
hath  dealt  bountifully  with  thee  ;  wait  on  the  Lord  : 
For  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 

Great  peace  have  they  who  love  thee,  O  God ; 
the  end  of  holiness  is  quietness  and  assurance 
for  ever  : 

For  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 


XX  SENTENCES    AND    SELECTIONS. 

Mark  the  perfect  man,  and  behold  the  upright ; 
for  the  end  of  that  man  is  peace  : 
For  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 


XI.       LOVE. 

Beloved,  let  us  love  one  another  ;  for  Love 
is  of  God,  and  every  one  that  loveth  is  born  of 
God  and  knoweth  God  : 

He  that  loveth  not  knoweth  not  God,  for  God 
is  Love. 

In  this  was  manifested  the  love  of  God  to  us, 
that  he  sent  his  Son  into  the  world  that  we  might 
have  life  in  him  : 

If  God  so  loved  us,  we  ought  also  to  love  one 
another. 

My  brethren,  let  us  not  love  in  word,  but  in 
deed  and  truth  : 

For  Love  is  the  fulfilling  of  the  law. 

A  new  commandment  I  give  unto  you,  that 
ye  love  one  another,  said  Jesus  : 

And  this  commandment  have  we  from  him, 
that  he  who  loveth  God  love  his  brother  also. 

Love  your  enemies  ;  do  good  to  them  who 
hate  you  ;  bless  them  who  curse  you  ;  pray  for 
them  who  despitefully  use  you,  that  ye  may  be  the 
children  of  your  Father  in  heaven  : 

For  God  is  Love,  and  he  that  dwelleth  in  love 
dwelleth  in  God,  and  God  in  him. 


SENTENCES   AND   SELECTIONS.  XXI 


XII.       THE    BEATITUDES. 

Blessed  are  the  poor  in  spirit,  for  the  king- 
dom of  God  is  theirs. 

Blessed  are  they  that  mourn,  for  they  shall  be 
comforted. 

Blessed  are  the  meek,  for  they  shall  inherit  the 
earth. 

Blessed  are  they  which  do  hunger  and  thirst 
after  righteousness,  for  they  shall  be  filled. 

Blessed  are  the  merciful,  for  they  shall  obtain 
mercy. 

Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart,  for  they  shall 
see  God. 

Blessed  are  the  peacemakers,  for  they  shall 
be  called  the  children  of  God. 

Blessed  are  they  who  are  persecuted  for  right- 
eousness' sake,  for  the  kingdom  of  heaven  is 
theirs. 

Blessed  are  the  undefiled  in  the  way,  who  walk 
in  the  law  of  the  Lord. 

Blessed  are  they  that  keep  his  precepts,  and 
that  seek  him  with  their  whole  heart. 


XX11  SENTENCES    AND    SELECTIONS. 


XIII.       THE    KINGDOM    OF    HEAVEN. 

Awake  !  awake  !  put  on  thy  garments  of 
beauty  ;  put  on  thy  strength,  O  Zion  !  prepare 
ye  the  way  of  the  Lord,  make  straight  in  the 
wilderness  an  highway  for  our  God  : 

Every  valley  shall  be  lifted  up,  and  every  moun- 
tain shall  be  made  low  ;  and  the  crooked  ways 
shall  be  made  straight,  and  the  rough  places  plain. 

For  the  whole  creation  groaneth  and  travaileth 
until  now  : 

Waiting  for  the  manifestation  of  the  sons  of 
God. 

How  beautiful  upon  the  mountains  are  the  feet 
of  him  who  cometh  in  the  name  of  the  Lord  ; 
who  bringeth  good  tidings,  who  publisheth  peace  : 

Who  saith  to  the  prisoner,  Go  forth  !  and  to 
them  which  are  in  darkness,  Come  to  the  light  ! 

The  spirit  of  the  Lord  is  upon  him  who  com- 
eth to  preach  good  tidings  to  the  poor,  to  heal 
the  broken-hearted  : 

To  preach  deliverance  to  the  enslaved,  and 
recovering  of  sight  to  the  blind  ;  to  proclaim  a 
time  pleasing  unto  the  Lord. 

Behold,  I  make  all  things  new,  saith  the  Lord  : 

And  the  tabernacle  of  God  shall  be  with  men, 

and  he  shall  dwell  with  them  ;  and  he  shall  wipe 

all  tears  from  their  eyes  ;  for  the  former  things 

are  passed  away. 


SENTENCES    AND    SELECTIONS.  XX1U 


XIV.       THE    KINGDOM    OF    HEAVEN. 

Watchman,  what  of  the  night  ?  Watchman, 
what  of  the  night  ? 

The  watchmen  shall  lift  up  their  voice,  to- 
gether shall  they  sing,  The  morning  cometh. 

For  the  dayspring  from  on  high  hath  visited  us  : 
To  give  life  to  them  that  sit  in  darkness  ;  to 
guide  our  feet  into  the  ways  of  peace. 

Mercy  and  truth  have  met  together  : 
Righteousness    and   peace    have   kissed    each 
other. 

For,  behold,  I  create  a  new  heaven  and  a  new 
earth,  saith  the  Lord  : 

I  make  the  earth  full  of  joy,  and  her  people 
full  of  gladness.  • 

The  voice  of  weeping  and  the  cry  of  distress 
shall  no  more  be  heard  therein  : 

They  shall  not  labor  in  vain,  nor  bring  forth 
children  for  early  death. 

The  wolf  and  the  lamb  shall  feed  together, 
and  the  leopard  shall  lie  down  with  the  kid  : 

Together  shall  their  young  lie  down  ;  and  a 
little  child  shall  lead  them. 

They  shall  not  hurt  nor  destroy  in  all  my  holy 
mountain  : 

For  the  earth  shall  be  full  of  the  knowledge 
of  the  Lord,  as  the  waters  cover  the  depths  of 
the  sea. 


XXIV  SENTENCES    AND    SELECTIONS. 

Nation  shall  not  lift  up  the  sword  against  na- 
tion ;  neither  shall  they  learn  war  any  more  : 

But  men  shall  beat  their  swords  into  plough- 
shares, and  their  spears  into  pruning-hooks. 

And  they  shall  sit,  every  man  under  his  vine 
and  under  his  fig-tree  : 

With  none  to  molest  or  make  them  afraid. 

Then  shall  glory  be  unto  God  in  the  highest  : 
And  on  earth  peace,  good-will  to  men. 


HYMNS. 


I.    HYMNS  OF  WORSHIP. 


1.  S.  M.  *  E.Taylor. 

INVITATION. 

1  Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 
O  ye  afflicted,  come  ! 

The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  you  there, 
He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 
Ye  who  are  happy  now  ; 

In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 
For  ye  have  felt  his  love  ; 

Soon  shall  ye  lift  a  holier  song 
In  your  blest  home  above. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  ;  your  voices  raise  ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown, 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 
1 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

5  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 
In  mercy  looks  on  all  ; 

Who  seest  the  tear  of  misery, 
And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call  ; 

6  Up  to  thy  dwelling-place 
Bear  our  frail  spirits  on, 

Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 


2.  P.  M.  H.  Ware. 

CALL    TO    PRAYER. 

1  To  prayer,  to  prayer  !  —  for  the  morning  breaks, 
And  earth  in  her  Maker's  smile  awakes  ; 

His  light  is  on  all  below  and  above, 
The  light  of  gladness,  and  life,  and  love  : 
O,  then,  on  the  breath  of  this  early  air, 
Send  upward  the  incense  of  grateful  prayer. 

2  To  prayer  !  —  for  the  day  that  God  has  blest 
Comes  tranquilly  on  with  its  solemn  rest  ; 

It  speaks  of  creation's  early  bloom,  — 
It  speaks  of  the  Prince  who  burst  the  tomb  : 
Then  summon  the  spirit's  exalted  powers, 
And  devote  to  heaven  the  hallowed  hours. 

3  Awake,  awake,  and  gird  up  thy  strength, 
To  join  Christ's  holy  band  at  length  ; 
To  Him  who  unceasing  love  displays, 
Whom  the  powers  of  nature  unceasingly  praise  ; 
To  Him  thy  heart  and  thy  hours  be  given, 
For  a  life  of  prayer  is  the  life  of  heaven. 


OPENING    HYMNS. 

3.  S.  M.  *  Watts. 

CHEERFUL    WORSHIP. 

1  Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  his  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banished  from  this  place  ! 

Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  The  sons  of  God  have  found 
That  heaven  begins  below  : 

Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We  're  travelling  through  the  paths  of  peace 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

4.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    HOUSE    OF    GOD. 

1  Be  still  !  be  still  !  for  all  around, 
On  either  hand,  is  holy  ground  : 
Here  in  his  house,  the  Lord  to-day 
Will  listen,  while  his  people  pray. 

2  Thou,  tost  upon  the  waves  of  care, 
Ready  to  sink  with  deep  despair, 
Here  ask  relief,  with  heart  sincere, 
And  thou  shalt  find  that  God  is  here. 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

3  Thou  who  hast  laid  within  the  grave 
Those  whom  thou  hadst  no  power  to  save, 
Believe  their  spirits  now  are  near, 

For  angels  wait  while  God  is  here. 

4  Thou  who  hast  dear  ones  far  away, 
On  swelling  seas,  'mid  blinding  spray, 
Pray  for  them  now,  and  dry  the  tear, 
And  trust  the  God  who  listens  here. 

5  Thou  who  art  mourning  o'er  thy  sin, 
Deploring  guilt  that  reigns  within, 
The  God  of  peace  is  ever  near  ; 
The  contrite  spirit  meets  him  here. 

5.  7s.  M. 

SEEKING    GOD. 

1  Thirsting  for  a  living  spring, 
Seeking  for  a  higher  home, 
Resting  where  our  souls  must  cling, 
Trusting,  hoping,  Lord,  we  come. 

2  Glorious  hopes  our  spirit  fill, 
When  we  feel  that  thou  art  near  : 
Father,  then  our  fears  are  still, 
Then  the  soul's  bright  end  is  clear. 

3  Life's  hard  conflict  we  would  win, 
Read  the  meaning  of  life's  frown  ; 
Change  the  thorn-bound  wreath  of  sin 
For  the  spirit's  starry  crown. 

4  Make  us  beautiful  within 
By  thy  spirit's  holy  light  : 

Guard  us  when  our  faith  burns  dim, 
Father  of  all  love  and  might. 


OPENING    HYMNS. 
6.  L.   M.  Heber. 

THE    SANCTUARY. 

1  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Father,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray  ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain  ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost : 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay  ; 

Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  guests  away. 


/•  C.  M.  Springfield  Col. 

THE    SABBATH    OF    THE    SOUL. 

1  O  Father,  though  the  anxious  fear 

May  cloud  to-morrow's  way, 
No  fear  nor  doubt  shall  enter  here  ; 
All  shall  be  thine  to-day. 

2  We  will  not  bring  divided  hearts 

To  worship  at  thy  shrine  ; 
But  each  unworthy  thought  departs, 
And  leaves  this  temple  thine. 

3  Sleep,  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares, 

Of  earth  and  folly  born  ; 

Ye  shall  not  dim  the  light  that  streams 

From  this  celestial  morn. 
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HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 


To-morrow  will  be  time  enough 
To  feel  your  harsh  control  ; 

Ye  shall  not  violate  this  day, 
The  sabbath  of  the  soul. 


8.  8  &  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

LOVE    DIVINE. 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Father  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art  ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O,  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast  ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ; 
Graciously  come  down,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 


9.  8  &  7s.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

SEEKING  GOD'S  PRESENCE. 

l    Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 
Sordid  hopes,  and  fond  desires, 
Here,  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 
Every  heart  to  heaven  aspires. 


OPENING    HYMNS. 

From  the  Fount  of  glory  beaming, 
Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes  ; 

Mercy  from  above  proclaiming 
Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 

2  Who  may  share  this  great  salvation  ?  — 

Every  pure  and  humble  mind  ; 
Every  kindred,  tongue,  and  nation, 

From  the  dross  of  guilt  refined  : 
Blessings  all  around  bestowing, 

God  withholds  his  care  from  none  ; 
Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 

From  the  fountain  of  his  throne. 

3  Every  stain  of  guilt  abhorring, 

Firm  and  bold  in  virtue's  cause, 
Still  thy  providence  adoring, 

Faithful  subjects  to  thy  laws, 
Lord  !  with  favor  still  attend  us, 

Bless  us  with  thy  wondrous  love  ; 
Thou,  our  sun  and  shield,  defend  us  ; 

All  our  hope  is  from  above. 

10.  L.  M.  Gaskell. 

"  IT    IS    GOOD    TO    BE    HERE." 

1  Unto  thy  temple,  God  of  love, 
Once  more  we  come,  with  willing  feet, 
To  raise  our  thoughts  this  world  above, 
And  thy  paternal  blessing  meet. 

2  May  all  thy  purest  presence  feel, 
And  silent  keep  each  vain  desire  ; 
With  humble  hearts  before  thee  kneel, 
And  unto  holier  strength  aspire. 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 

May  all  be  bound  in  bonds  more  true 
To  thee,  who  art  our  life  and  light, 
That  through  each  path  which  we  pursue, 
We  still  may  keep  thy  love  in  sight. 

And  may  we,  when  the  day  shall  close, 
Review  its  course  without  a  fear  ; 
And,  nearer  heaven  than  when  it  rose, 
Feel  it  is  good  to  have  been  here. 


11.  7s.  M.  J.Taylor. 

ACCEPTABLE    OFFERINGS. 

1  Lord  !  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 
At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring, 
Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  : 

2  Willing  hands,  to  lead  the  blind, 
Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor  ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind, 
Charity,  with  liberal  store. 

3  Teach  us,  O  thou  Heavenly  King, 
Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 
Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 


12.  Si  M.  Briggs's  Col. 

THE    PLACE    OF    PRAYER. 

l    Here,  in  this  place  of  prayer, 

Father  !  thy  face  we  seek  : 
Grant  us  the  blessed  boon  to  share, 

Known  to  the  pure  and  meek. 


OPENING    HYMNS. 

2  Come  then  to  holy  prayer, 
Souls  that  seem  lost  in  night  ; 

Cast  on  the  Lord  your  heavy  care, 
Source  of  all  life  and  light  ! 

3  Come  and  bend  low  in  prayer, 
Though  fears  press  down  your  souls  ; 

The  Saviour's  promise,  "  lam  there," 
Each  saddening  fear  controls. 

4  Here,  in  this  place  of  prayer, 
Let  hearts  in  union  meet  : 

Come,  cast  the  load  you  cannot  bear 
Low  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

5  Then  from  this  house  of  prayer 
Shall  mingling  praise  be  given, 

And  angels,  'mid  the  holy  air, 
Shall  bear  the  notes  to  heaven. 

13.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    LORD    IS    IN    HIS    HOLY    TEMPLE. 

1  Lo  !  God  is  here  ;  let  us  adore, 
And  humbly  bow  before  his  face  ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
Let  all  within  us  seek  his  grace. 

2  Lo  !   God  is  here  ;  him  day  and  night 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing  ; 

To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Heaven's  host  their  noblest  praises  bring. 

3  Being  of  beings  !  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill  : 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

More  of  thy  presence,  Lord  !  impart  ; 
More  of  thine  image  may  we  bear  : 
O,  fix  thy  throne  within  our  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 


14.  7s.  M.  Bowring. 

THE    TEMPLE. 

1  In  thy  courts  let  peace  be  found, 
Be  thy  temple  full  of  love  ; 
Here  we  tread  on  holy  ground, 
All  serene,  around,  above. 

2  While  the  knee  in  prayer  is  bent, 
While  with  praise  the  heart  overflows, 
Tranquillize  the  turbulent  ! 

Give  the  weary  one  repose  ! 

3  Be  the  place  for  worship  meet, 
Meet  the  worship  for  the  place  ; 
Contemplation's  best  retreat, 
Shrine  of  guilelessness  and  grace  ! 

4  As  an  infant  knows  its  home, 
Lord  !  may  wTe  thy  temples  know ; 
Thither  for  instruction  come, 
Thence  by  thee  instructed  go. 

15.  7s.  M.  Gray. 

SUPPLICATION. 

l    Suppliant,  lo  !  thy  children  bend, 
Father,  for  thy  blessing  now  ; 
Thou  canst  teach  us,  guide,  defend ; 
We  are  weak,  almighty  thou. 


OPENING    HYMNS. 

With  the  peace  thy  word  imparts 
Be  the  taught  and  teacher  blessed  ; 
In  our  lives,  and  in  our  hearts, 
Father,  be  thy  laws  impressed. 

Pour  into  each  longing  mind, 
Light  and  knowledge  from  above  : 
Charity  for  all  mankind, 
Trusting  faith,  enduring  love. 


16.  H.  M.  *  Watts. 

GLAD   WORSHIP. 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest, 
And  wandering  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest  : 

My  spirit  faints, 
With  equal  zeal 
To  rise  and  dwell 
Among  thy  saints. 

3  O  happy  souls  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  ! 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

They  praise  thee  still ; 
And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Though  oft  through  pain  and  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 

O  glorious  seat  ! 

Our  God  and  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  feet. 


17.  7s.  M.  J.Taylor. 

DEVOTION. 

l    Lord,  before  thy  presence  come, 
Bow  we  down  with  holy  fear  ; 
Call  our  erring  footsteps  home, 
Let  us  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Wandering  thoughts  and  languid  powers 
Come  not  where  devotion  kneels  ; 

Let  the  soul  expand  her  stores, 
Glowing  with  the  joy  she  feels. 

3  At  the  portals  of  thine  house, 
We  resign  our  earth-born  cares  ; 
Nobler  thoughts  our  souls  engross, 
Songs  of  praise  and  fervent  prayers. 


OPENING    HYMNS. 


18.  L.  M.  Watts. 

HUNDREDTH    PSALM. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Gave  life  to  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs  ; 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love, 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


iy»  C    M.  BOWRING. 

THE    HEART'S    WORSHIP. 

i    The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise, 
Of  mingled  praise  and  prayer, 
Are  but  a  worthless  sacrifice, 
Unless  the  heart  be  there. 
2 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 

2  Upon  thine  all-discerning  ear 

Let  no  vain  words  intrude  ; 
No  tribute  but  the  vow  sincere,  — 
The  tribute  of  the  good. 

3  My  offerings  will  indeed  be  blest, 

If  sanctified  by  thee  ; 
If  thy  pure  spirit  touch  my  breast 
With  its  own  purity. 

4  O,  may  that  spirit  warm  my  heart 

To  piety  and  love, 
And  to  life's  lowly  vale  impart 
Some  rays  from  heaven  above. 


20.  P.  M.  Barton. 

WORSHIP    IN    SPIRIT. 

1  Our  God  is  a  spirit,  and  they  who  aright 

Would  offer  the  worship  he  loveth, 
In  the  heart's  holy  temple  will  seek  with  delight 
The  spirit  the  Father  approveth. 

2  This,   this  is   the  worship  the   Saviour  made 

known 
When  she  of  Samaria  found  him 
By  the  Patriarch's  well,  sitting  weary,  alone, 
With  the  stillness  of  noontide  around  him. 

3  He  having  once  entered  hath  shown  us  the  way, 

O  God  !  how  to  worship  before  thee, 
Not  with  the  vain  forms  of  that  earlier  day, 
But  in  spirit  and  truth  to  adore  thee  ! 


OPENING    HYMNS. 


21.  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

THE   LIGHT    OF    LIFE. 

1  Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire  ! 
Love  divine,  thyself  impart  : 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
Enter  every  drooping  heart  : 
Every  mournful  spirit  cheer, 
Scatter  all  our  doubt  and  gloom  ; 
Father,  in  thy  grace  appear, 

To  thy  human  temples  come. 

2  Come  in  this  accepted  hour, 
Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Rooting  out  the  seeds  of  sin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require, 
We  will  covet  nothing  less  : 

Be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace. 


22.  7s.  M.  Bowring. 

EVERY    GOOD    GIFT    FROM    THE    FATHER. 

l   Father  !  thy  paternal  care 

Has  my  guardian  been,  my  guide  ! 
Every  hallowed  wish  and  prayer 
Has  thy  hand  of  love  supplied  ; 
Thine  is  every  thought  of  bliss, 
Left  by  hours  and  days  gone  by  ; 
Every  hope  thy  offspring  is, 
Beaming  from  futurity. 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 

Every  sun  of  splendid  ray  ; 
Every  moon  that  shines  serene  ; 
Every  morn  that  welcomes  day  ; 
Every  evening's  twilight  scene  ; 
Every  hour  which  wisdom  brings  ; 
Every  incense  at  thy  shrine  ; 
These, — and  all  life's  holiest  things, 
And  its  fairest,  —  all  are  thine. 

And  for  all,  my  hymns  shall  rise 
Daily  to  thy  gracious  throne  : 
Thither  let  my  asking  eyes 
Turn  unwearied,  righteous  One  ! 
Through  life's  strange  vicissitude 
There  reposing  all  my  care  ; 
Trusting  still,  through  ill  and  good, 
Fixed,  and  cheered,  and  counselled  there, 


2u.  L.  M.  Frothingham. 

FOR    SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES. 

1  O  God,  whose  presence  glows  in  all 
Within,  around  us,  and  above  ! 

Thy  word  we  bless,  thy  name  we  call, 
Whose  word  is  Truth,  whose  name  is  Love. 

2  That  truth  be  with  the  heart  believed 
Of  all  who  seek  this  sacred  place  ; 

With  power  proclaimed,  in  peace  received, 
Our  spirit's  light,  thy  spirit's  grace. 

3  That  love  its  holy  influence  pour, 
To  keep  us  meek,  and  make  us  free  ; 
And  throw  its  binding  blessing  more 
Round  each  with  all,  and  all  with  thee. 


OPENING    HYMNS. 


Send  down  its  angel  to  our  side  ; 
Send  in  its  calm  upon  the  breast  ; 
For  we  would  know  no  other  guide, 
And  we  can  need  no  other  rest. 


24.  L.    M.  H.WARE. 

COMING    TOGETHER    IN    THE    NAME    OF    JESUS. 

1  Great  God  !  the  followers  of  thy  Son, 
We  bow  before  thy  mercy-seat, 

To  worship  thee,  the  Holy  One, 
And  pour  our  wishes  at  thy  feet. 

2  O,  grant  thy  blessing  here  to-day  ! 
O,  give  thy  people  joy  and  peace  ! 
The  tokens  of  thy  love  display, 
And  favor,  that  shall  never  cease. 

3  We  seek  the  truth  which  Jesus  brought  ; 
His  path  of  light  we  long  to  tread  ; 
Here  be  his  holy  doctrines  taught, 

And  here  their  purest  influence  shed. 

4  May  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  abound  ; 
Our  sins  and  errors  be  forgiven  ; 

And  we,  in  thy  great  day,  be  found 
Children  of  God,  and  heirs  of  heaven. 


25.  L-    M.  BOWRING. 

EVENING    WORSHIP. 

l    How  shall  we  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light  ! 
How  shall  we  all  thy  love  declare  ! 
The  earth  is  veiled  in  shades  of  night, 
But  heaven  is  open  to  our  prayer,  — 

2* 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 


That  heaven,  so  bright  with  stars  and  suns, 
That  glorious  heaven  which  has  no  bound, 
Where  the  full  tide  of  being  runs, 
And  life  and  beauty  glow  around. 

We  would  adore  thee,  God  sublime, 
Whose  power  and  wisdom,  love  and  grace, 
Are  greater  than  the  round  of  time, 
And  wider  than  the  bounds  of  space. 
Help  us  to  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light  ; 
Help  us  thy  boundless  love  declare  ; 
And,  while  we  crowd  thy  courts  to-night, 
Aid  us,  and  hearken  to  our  prayer. 


26.  L.  M.  W.  H.  Burleigh. 

EVENING    WORSHIP. 

i    O  Holy  Father  !   'mid  the  calm 
And  stillness  of  this  evening  hour, 
We  would  lift  up  our  solemn  psalm 
To  praise  thy  goodness,  and  thy  power  ! 
For  over  us,  and  over  all, 
Thy  tender  mercies  still  extend, 
Nor  vainly  shall  thy  children  call 
On  thee,  our  Father  and  our  Friend  ! 

2   Kept  by  thy  goodness  through  the  day, 
Thanksgiving  to  thy  name  we  pour  ; 
Night  o'er  us,  with  its  stars,  —  we  pray 
Thy  love,  to  guard  us  evermore  ! 
In  grief,  console  ;  in  gladness,  bless  ; 
In  darkness,  guide  ;  in  sickness,  cheer  ; 
Till,  in  the  Saviour's  righteousness, 
Before  thy  throne  our  souls  appear  ! 


PRAYER. 


m§*  *•  M.  Anonymous. 

"  TEACH    US    TO    PRAY." 

i    Teach  us  to  pray  ! 
O  Father,  we  look  up  to  thee, 
And  this  our  one  request  shall  be, 
Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

2  Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

A  form  of  words  will  not  suffice, 
The  heart  must  bring  its  sacrifice  : 
Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

3  Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

To  whom  shall  we  thy  children  turn  ? 
Teach  Thou  the  lesson  we  would  learn, 
Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

4  Teach  us  to  pray  ! 

To  thee  alone  our  hearts  look  up, 

Prayer  is  our  only  door  of  hope, 

Teach  us  to  pray  ! 


JiO*  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

"  AFTER    THIS    MANNER    PRAY    YE." 

1  Our  Heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now  : 

Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near, 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 
On  earth  be  done  in  love, 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 
While  by  thy  word  we  live  ; 

The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power 
Our  feeble  hearts  defend  ; 

Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine,  then,  for  ever  be 
Glory  and  power  divine  : 

The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 

29.  C  M.  Wesley's  Col. 

"  THY    KINGDOM    COME." 

1  Father  and  God  of  all  mankind, 

And  all  the  hosts  above, 

Let  every  understanding  mind 

Unite  to  praise  thy  love. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come,  with  power  and  grace, 

To  every  heart  of  man  : 
Thy  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
In  all  our  bosoms  reign. 

3  The  righteousness  that  never  ends, 

But  makes  an  end  of  sin  ; 
The  joy  that  human  thought  transcends, 
Now  to  our  souls  bring  in. 

4  The  kingdom  of  established  peace, 

Which  can  no  more  remove  ; 
The  perfect  powers  of  godliness, 
The  omnipotence  of  Love. 


PRAYER. 

30.  7S.    M.  CONDER. 

"  GIVE    US    OUR    DAILY    BREAD." 

1  Day  by  day  the  manna  fell ; 
O,  to  learn  this  lesson  well  ! 
Still  by  constant  mercy  fed, 
Give  me,  Lord,  my  daily  bread. 

2  "  Day  by  day,"  the  promise  reads  ; 
Daily  strength  for  daily  needs  ; 
Cast  foreboding  fears  away  ; 

Take  the  manna  of  to-day. 

3  Lord,  my  times  are  in  thy  hand  ; 
All  my  sanguine  hopes  have  planned 
To  thy  wisdom  I  resign, 

And  would  make  thy  purpose  mine. 

4  Thou  my  daily  task  shalt  give  ; 
Day  by  day  to  thee  I  live  ; 

So  shall  added  years  fulfil 
Not  my  own,  my  Father's  will. 

5  O,  to  live  exempt  from  care, 
By  the  energy  of  prayer  ; 

Strong  in  faith,  with  mind  subdued, 
Glowing  yet  with  gratitude  ! 

Ol.  C.  M.  Montgomery, 

A    PRAYER. 

l    God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  thee, 
With  broken,  contrite  hearts  ; 
Give  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts  : 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 

2  Give  deep  humility  ;  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong,  desiring  confidence, 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live  : 

3  Patience,  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay  ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 
And  trust  thee,  though  thou  slay. 

4  Give  these,  — and  then  thy  will  be  done  ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  by  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

3J!i.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

A    PRAYER. 

1  What  shall  we  ask  of  God  in  prayer  ? 

Whatever  good  we  want  ; 
Whatever  man  may  seek  to  share, 
Or  God  in  wisdom  grant. 

2  Father  of  all  our  mercies,  —  thou 

In  whom  we  move  and  live, 
Hear  us  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling,  now, 
And  answer,  and  forgive. 

3  When  harassed  by  ten  thousand  foes, 

Our  helplessness  we  feel, 

O,  give  the  weary  soul  repose, 

The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  When  dire  temptations  gather  round, 

And  threaten  or  allure, 
By  storm  or  calm,  in  thee  be  found 
A  refuge  strong  and  sure. 


PRAYER. 


When  age  advances,  may  we  grow 
In  faith,  in  hope,  and  love  ; 

And  walk  in  holiness  below 
To  holiness  above. 


33.  n  &  10s.  M.  * 

FOR    DIVINE    STRENGTH. 

1  Father,  in  thy  mysterious  presence  kneeling, 

Fain  would  our  souls  feel  all  thy  kindling  love. 
For  we  are  weak,  and  need  some  deep  revealing 
Of  Trust  and  Strength  and  Calmness  from 
above. 

2  Lord,  we  have  wandered  forth  through  doubt 

and  sorrow, 
And  thou  hast  made  each  step  an  onward  one  ; 
And   we  will  ever  trust   each  unknown  mor- 


row 


Thou  wilt  sustain  us  till  its  work  is  done. 

3  In  the  heart's  depths  a  peace  serene  and  holy 

Abides,  and  when  pain  seems  to  have  her  will, 
Or  we  despair,  —  O,  may  that  peace  rise  slowly, 
Stronger  than  agony,  and  we  be  still. 

4  Now,  Father,  now,  in  thy  dear  presence  kneel- 

Our  spirits  yearn  to  feel  thy  kindling  love  ; 

Now  make  us  strong,  we  need  thy  deep  reveal- 
ing 
Of  Trust  and  Strength  and  Calmness  from 
above. 


HYMNS     OF    WORSHIP. 


34.  L.  M.  * 

PRAYER    FOR    GUIDANCE. 

1  To  thine  eternal  arms,  O  God, 
Take  us  thine  erring  children  in, 
From  dangerous  paths  too  boldly  trod, 
From  wandering  thoughts  and  dreams  of  sin. 

2  Those  arms  were  round  our  childish  ways, 
A  guard  through  helpless  years  to  be  ; 

O,  leave  not  our  maturer  days, 
We  still  are  helpless  without  thee  ! 

3  We  trusted  hope  and  pride  and  strength  : 
Our  strength  proved  false,  our  pride  was  vain, 
Our  dreams  have  faded  all  at  length,  — 
We  come  to  thee,  O  Lord,  again  ! 

4  A  guide  to  trembling  steps  yet  be  ! 
Give  us  of  thine  eternal  powers  ! 
So  shall  our  paths  all  lead  to  thee, 
And  life  smile  on  like  childhood's  hours. 


35.  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

DRAWING    NEAR    TO    GOD. 

1  From  every  fear  and  doubt,  O  Lord, 

In  mercy  set  us  free, 
While  in  the  confidence  of  prayer 
Our  hearts  draw  near  to  thee. 

2  In  all  our  trials,  struggles,  joys, 

Teach  us  thy  love  to  see, 

Which  by  the  discipline  of  life 

Would  draw  us  unto  thee. 


PRAYER. 


Our  lives,  devoted  to  thy  will, 

Our  sacrifice  shall  be, 
And  then  will  death,  whene'er  it  come, 

But  draw  us  nearer  thee. 


36.  L.  M.  W.  Scott. 

THE    PILLAR    AND    CLOUD. 

1  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved, 
Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came, 
Her  fathers'  God  before  her  moved, 
An  awful  guide  in  smoke  and  flame. 

2  By  day,  along  the  astonished  lands 
The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow  ; 

By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Returned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen, 
When  brightly  shines  the  prosperous  day, 
Be  thoughts  of  thee  a  cloudy  screen, 

To  temper  the  deceitful  ray  ! 

4  And,  O,  when  gathers  on  our  path 

In  shade  and  storm  the  frequent  night, 
Be  thou,  long-suffering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light. 

37.  C.  M.  Smart. 

PRAYER    FOR    WISDOM. 

l   Father  of  light  !  conduct  my  feet 

Through  life's  dark,  dangerous  road  ; 
Let  each  advancing  step  still  bring 
Me  nearer  to  my  God. 
3 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

2  Let  heaven-eyed  prudence  be  my  guide  ; 

And,  when  I  go  astray, 
Recall  my  feet  from  folly's  paths 
To  wisdom's  better  way. 

3  That  heavenly  wisdom  from  above 

Abundantly  impart ; 
And  let  it  guard,  and  guide,  and  warm, 
And  penetrate  my  heart  ; 

4  Till  it  shall  lead  me  to  thyself, 

Fountain  of  bliss  and  love  ! 
And  all  my  darkness  be  dispersed 
In  endless  light  above. 

38.  L.  M.  Mrs.  Cotterill. 

LIVING    TO    THE    GLORY    OF    GOD. 

1  O  Thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command 
The  hearts  of  all  men  in  thy  hand  ! 
Our  wayward,  erring  hearts  incline 
To  know  no  other  will  but  thine. 

2  Our  wishes,  our  desires,  control  ; 
Mould  every  purpose  of  the  soul  ; 
O'er  all  may  we  victorious  be 

That  stands  between  ourselves  and  thee. 

3  Thrice  blest  will  all  our  blessings  be, 
When  we  can  look  through  them  to  thee  ; 
When  each  glad  heart  its  tribute  pays 

Of  love,  and  gratitude,  and  praise. 

4  And  while  we  to  thy  glory  live, 
May  we  to  thee  all  glory  give, 
Until  the  final  summons  come, 
That  calls  thy  willing  servants  home. 


PRAYER. 
39.  S.  M.  Hemans. 

THOUGHTS    OF    HEAVEN. 

1  Come  to  me,  thoughts  of  heaven  ! 
My  fainting  spirit  bear 

On  your  bright  wings,  by  morning  given, 

Up  to  celestial  air. 

Away,  far,  far  away, 

From  thoughts  by  passion  given, 
Fold  me  in  blue,  still,  cloudless  day, 

O  blessed  thoughts  of  heaven  ! 

2  Come  in  my  tempted  hour, 
Sweet  thoughts  !  and  yet  again 

O'er  sinful  wish  and  memory,  shower 

Your  soft,  effacing  rain  ; 

Waft  me  where  gales  divine 

With  dark  clouds  ne'er  have  striven  ; 
Where  living  founts  for  ever  shine  : 

O  blessed  thoughts  of  heaven  ! 


40.  P.  M.  Hemans. 

THE    HEART'S    INSPIRATION. 

1  Father,  who  art  on  high  ! 
Weak  is  the  melody 

Of  harp  or  song  to  reach  thy  gracious  ear, 

Unless  the  heart  be  there, 

Winging  the  words  of  prayer 
With  its  own  fervent  faith,  or  suppliant  fear. 

2  O,  let  thy  spirit  move 

O'er  those  who  bend  in  love, 
Be  thou  amidst  them  as  a  heavenly  guest  ; 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

So  shall  our  cry  have  power 
To  win  from  thee  a  shower 
Of  healing  gifts  for  every  wounded  breast. 

3   O,  let  thy  breath  once  more 

Within  the  soul  restore 
Thine  own  first  image,  Holiest  and  Most  High  ! 

As  a  clear  lake  is  filled 

With  hues  of  heaven  instilled, 
Down  to  the  depths  of  its  calm  purity. 


41.  CM.  H.  Ware. 

FOR    GOD'S    PRESENCE. 

1  Father  in  heaven,  to  whom  our  hearts 

Would  lift  themselves  in  prayer, 
Drive  from  our  souls  each  earthly  thought, 
And  show  thy  presence  there. 

2  Each  moment  of  our  lives  renews 

The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
Each  moment  is  itself  a  gift 
To  bear  us  on  to  God. 

3  Help  us  to  break  the  galling  chains 

This  world  has  round  us  thrown  ; 
Each  passion  of  our  hearts  subdue, 
Each  cherished  sin  disown. 

4  O  Father  !  kindle  in  our  souls 

A  never-dying  flame 
Of  holy  love,  of  grateful  trust 
In  thine  Almighty  name. 


PRAYER. 

42.  CM.  Doddridge. 

DOING    ALL    TO    GOD. 

i    Shine  on  our  souls,  Eternal  God, 
With  rays  of  beauty  shine  ; 
O,  let  thy  favor  crown  our  days, 
And  all  their  round  be  thine. 

2  Did  we  not  raise  our  hands  to  thee, 

Our  hands  might  toil  in  vain  ; 
Small  joy  success  itself  could  give, 
If  thou  thy  love  restrain. 

3  With  thee  let  every  week  begin, 

With  thee  each  day  be  spent, 
For  thee  each  fleeting  hour  improved, 
Since  each  by  thee  is  lent. 


43.  C  M.  Montgomery. 

PRAYER    FOR    WISDOM. 

1  Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer 

To  thee  our  souls  wre  lift ; 
Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift. 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth 

Along  our  path  to  flow  ; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below. 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away  ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  or  power, 
Lest  we  should  go  astray. 

3* 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

We  ask  for  wisdom  :  Lord,  impart 
The  knowledge  how  to  live  : 

A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  thee  give. 

The  young  remember  thee  in  youth, 

Before  the  evil  days  ! 
The  old  be  guided  by  thy  truth 

In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways 


I 


44.  L.  M.  H.  Moore. 

MANLINESS    AND    FREEDOM. 

1  Supreme  and  universal  Light ! 
Fountain  of  reason  !  Judge  of  right  ! 
Parent  of  good  !  whose  blessings  flow 
On  all  above,  and  all  below  : 

2  Assist  us,  Lord,  to  act,  to  be, 
What  nature  and  thy  laws  decree  ; 
Worthy  that  intellectual  flame, 
Which  from  thy  breathing  spirit  came. 

3  Our  moral  freedom  to  maintain, 
Bid  passion  serve,  and  reason  reign, 
Self-poised  and  independent  still 
On  this  world's  varying  good  or  ill. 

4  No  slave  to  profit,  shame,  or  fear, 
O,  may  our  steadfast  bosoms  bear 

The  stamp  of  heaven,  —  an  upright  heart, 
Above  the  mean  disguise  of  art  ! 

5  May  our  expanded  souls  disclaim 
The  narrow  view,  the  selfish  aim  ; 
But  with  a  Christian  zeal  embrace 
Whate'er  is  friendly  to  our  race. 


PRAYER. 


O  Father  !  grace  and  virtue  grant  ; 
No  more  we  wish,  no  more  we  want  : 
To  know,  to  serve  thee,  and  to  love, 
Is  peace  below,  —  is  bliss  above. 


4o.  C.  M.  Methodist. 

MADE    PERFECT    IN    LOVE. 

1  Father,  united  by  thy  grace, 

And  each  to  each  endeared, 
With  confidence  we  seek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  prayer  is  heard. 

2  Touched  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 

Let  all  our  hearts  agree  ; 
And  ever  towards  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  towards  thee. 

3  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 

Insensibly  remove  : 
Our  souls  their  change  shall  scarcely  know, 
Made  perfect  first  in  love  ! 

4  Yet  when  the  fullest  joy  is  given, 

The  same  delight  we  prove  ; 
In  earth,  in  paradise,  in  heaven, 
Our  all  in  all  is  love. 

46.  1 1  &  10s.  M.         *  J.  F.  Clarke. 

PRAYER    FOR    STRENGTH. 

l    Father,  to  us  thy  children,  humbly  kneeling, 
Conscious  of  weakness,  ignorance,  sin,  and 
shame, 
Give  such  a  force  of  holy  thought  and  feeling, 
That  we  may  live  to  glorify  thy  name. 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

That  we  may  conquer  base  desire  and  passion, 
That  we  may  rise  from  selfish  thought  and 
will, 
O'ercome  the  world's   allurement,  threat,  and 
fashion, 
Walk  humbly,  gently,  leaning  on  thee  still. 

Let  all  thy  goodness  by  our  minds  be  seen, 
Let  all  thy  mercy  on  our  souls  be  sealed  ; 

Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  thy  power  can  make  us  clean, 
O,  speak  the   word  !   thy  servants   shall  be 
healed ! 


47.  8  &  7s.  M.       Ancient  Hymns. 

THRICE    HOLY. 

1  "  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored  ; 
Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  " 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing  ; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
u  Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  most  High  !  " 

2  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 

Brethren,  let  our  tongues  unite, 
Whilst  our  thoughts  his  greatness  raises, 

And  our  love  his  gifts  excite. 
With  his  seraph  train  before  him, 

With  his  holy  church  below, 
Thus  unite  we  to  adore  him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow :  — 


PRAISE. 

"  Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored  ; 
Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Thus  thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  thy  angels'  cry, 
4  Holy,  holy,  holy,'  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  High  !  " 


48.  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

SONGS    OF    PRAISE. 

1  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  began, 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  will  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No  ;  his  heart  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 
49.  P.  M.  Heber. 

THRICE    HOLY. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to 
thee  ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty  ! 
All  thy  works  shall  praise  thy  name  in  earth, 
sky,  and  sea. 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  all  the  saints  adore  thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the 
glassy  sea  ; 
Cherubim   and   seraphim  falling  down    before 
thee, 
Thou  wrho  wast  and  art  and  evermore  shalt  be ! 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy  !     Though  the  darkness  hide 

thee, 
Though  man's  eye  the  fulness  of  thy  glory 
may  not  see, 
Only  thou  art  holy,  there  is  none  beside  thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity  ! 


50.  C.  M.  Patrick. 

TE   DEUM. 

l   O  God  !  we  praise  thee,  and  confess 
That  thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 


PRAISE. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud  ; 

To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 
Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry  : 

3  "  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  rilled 
Of  thy  majestic  sway." 

4  The  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crowned  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyr's  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord,  confesses  thee, 
That  thou  the  Eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

51.  8  &  7s.  M.  Dublin  Coll. 

PRAISE    YE    THE    LORD  ! 

1  Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens  adore  him  ! 

Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height  ; 
Sun  and  moon  rejoice  before  him  ; 

Praise  him,  a]l  ye  stars  of  light  ! 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 
Laws,  which  never  can  be  broken, 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

2  Praise  the  Lord  !  for  he  is  glorious  ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail  ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail  : 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim  ; 

Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name  ! 

52.  P.  M.  *Bowring. 

GLAD    HOMAGE. 

1  Father  of  Spirits  !  humbly  bent  before  thee, 

Songs  of  glad  homage  unto  thee  we  bring  ; 
Touched  by  thy  spirit,  O,  teach  us  to  adore 
thee  ; 
Let  thy  light  attend  us, 
Let  thy  love  befriend  us, 
Father  of  our  spirits,  Everlasting  King  ! 

2  Send  forth  thy  mandate,  gather  in  the  nations, 

Through  the    wide  universe   thy  name    be 
known, 
Millions  of  voices  shall  join  in  adorations, 
Every  soul  invited, 
Every  voice  united, 
Joining  to  adore  thee,  Everlasting  One  ! 

53.  7s.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

GLORY    TO    GOD. 

1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God  whose  glory  fills  the  sky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well  beloved  of  heaven. 

2  Favored  mortals,  raise  the  song  ; 
Endless  thanks  to  God  belong  ; 
Hearts  o'erflowing  with  his  praise, 
Join  the  hymns  your  voices  raise. 


PRAISE. 

Mark  the  wonders  of  his  hand  ; 
Power,  no  empire  can  withstand  ; 
Wisdom,  angels'  glorious  theme  ; 
Goodness,  one  eternal  stream  ! 

Gracious  Being  !  from  thy  throne 
Send  thy  promised  blessings  down  ; 
Let  thy  light,  thy  truth,  thy  peace, 
Bid  our  raging  passions  cease. 


54.  7s.  M.  Bowring. 

LOWLY    PRAISE. 

i    Lord,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
Hear  the  praises  of  our  race, 
And,  while  hearing,  let  thy  grace 
Dews  of  sweet  forgiveness  pour  ; 
While  we  know,  benignant  King, 
That  the  praises  which  we  bring 
Are  a  feeble  offering 
Till  thy  blessing  makes  it  more. 

2    More  of  truth,  and  more  of  might, 
More  of  love,  and  more  of  light, 
More  of  reason,  and  of  right, 
From  thy  pardoning  grace  be  given  ! 
This  can  make  the  humblest  song 
Sweet,  acceptable,  and  strong, 
As  the  strains  the  angels'  throng 
Pour  around  the  throne  of  heaven. 
4 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

55.  P.M.  *H0GG. 

PRAISE    TO    THE   GOD    OF    LIFE. 

1  Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever, 
Thou  of  life  the  Guard  and  Giver  ! 
Thou  who  slumberest  not  nor  sleepest, 
Blest  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest  ! 
God  of  stillness  and  of  motion, 

Of  the  rainbow  and  the  ocean, 
Of  the  mountain,  rock,  and  river, 
Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever  ! 

2  God  of  evening's  peaceful  ray  ! 
God  of  every  dawning  day, 
Rising  from  the  distant  sea 
Breathing  of  eternity  ; 

Thine  the  naming  sphere  of  light, 
Thine  the  darkness  of  the  night  ! 
God  of  life,  that  fade  shall  never  ! 
Glory  to  thy  name  for  ever  ! 

OO.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

DAILY    PRAISE. 

1  My  God  !  in  morning's  radiant  hour 
To  thee  will  I  lift  up  my  heart  ; 
The  shades  of  night  obey  thy  power, 
And  at  thy  sun's  bright  beams  depart. 

2  Father  and  Guardian  !  to  thy  shrine 
The  life  thou  shieldest  will  I  bring  ; 
All,  great  Creator,  all  is  thine  ! 
My  heart  the  noblest  offering  ! 


CLOSING    HYMNS. 


The  morning  light  shall  see  my  prayer, 
The  noonday  calm  shall  know  my  praise  ; 
And  evening's  still  and  fragrant  air 
My  grateful  hymn  to  thee  shall  raise. 


57.  7s.  M.  „  Gaskeli,, 

DOXOLOGY. 

i    Father  !  glory  be  to  thee, 
Source  of  all  the  good  we  see  ! 
Glory  for  the  blessed  light 
Rising  on  the  ancient  night  ! 

2    Glory  for  the  hopes  that  come 
Streaming  through  the  dreary  tomb  ! 
Glory  for  the  counsel  given, 
Guiding  us  in  peace  to  heaven  ! 

58.  8   &  7S.    M.  BlCKERSTETH. 

CLOSING    HYMN. 

1  Israel's  Shepherd,  guide  us,  feed  us, 

Through  our  pilgrimage  below, 
And  beside  the  waters  lead  us, 
Where  thy  flock  rejoicing  go. 

2  Lord,  thy  guardian  presence  ever, 

Meekly  kneeling,  we  implore  ; 
We  have  found  thee,  and  would  never, 
Never  wander  from  thee  more. 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 


59.  L.  M.  Chr.  Psalmist. 

THE    HEAVENLY    GUARDIAN. 

1  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  or  its  cares, 
O  Father,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend  ! 
Teach  me  thy  statutes  all  divine, 
And  let  thy  will  be  always  mine  ! 

2  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy,  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Father,  while  1  rest ; 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O,  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies  ! 


60.  S  &  7s.  M.       Sarah  F.  Adams. 

PEACE    BE    UNTO    YOU. 

1  Part  in  peace  !  is  day  before  us  ? 

Praise  His  name  for  life  and  light  ; 
Are  the  shadows  lengthening  o'er  us  ? 
Bless  His  care  who  guards  the  night. 

2  Part  in  peace  !  with  deep  thanksgiving, 

Rendering,  as  we  homeward  tread, 
Gracious  service  to  the  living, 
Tranquil  memory  to  the  dead. 

3  Part  in  peace  !  such  are  the  praises 

God,  our  Maker,  loveth  best  ; 
Such  the  worship  that  upraises 
Human  hearts  to  heavenly  rest. 


CLOSING    HYMNS. 


61.  8  &  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    PEACE   OF    GOD. 

Peace  of  God,  which  knows  no  measure, 

Heavenly  sunlight  of  the  soul, 
Peace  beyond  all  earthly  treasure, 

Come  and  all  our  hearts  control  ! 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver  ; 

Naught  shall  make  us  then  afraid  ; 
We  will  trust  in  Thee  for  ever, 

Thou  on  whom  our  hope  is  stayed  ! 


(32.  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

PRAYER   FOR    GUIDANCE. 

i    Guide  us,  Lord  !  while,  hand  in  hand, 
Journeying  towards  the  better  land  ; 
Foes  we  know  are  to  be  met, 
Snares  the  pilgrim's  path  beset ; 
Clouds  upon  the  valley  rest, 
Rough  is  the  dark  mountain's  breast ; 
And  our  home  may  not  be  gained, 
Save  through  trials  well  sustained. 

2    Guide  us,  while  we  onward  move, 
Linked  in  closest  bonds  of  love, 
Striving  for  the  holy  mind, 
And  the  soul  from  sense  refined, 
That  when  life  no  longer  burns, 
And  the  dust  to  dust  returns, 
With  the  strength  which  thou  hast  given 
We  may  rise  to  thee  and  heaven. 
4* 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 

God  of  mercy  !  on  thee,  all 
Humbly  for  thy  guidance  call  ; 
Save  us  from  the  evil  tongue, 
And  the  heart  that  thinketh  wrong, 
And  the  sins,  whate'er  they  be, 
That  divide  the  soul  from  thee. 
God  of  grace  !  on  thee  we  rest  ; 
Bless  us,  and  we  shall  be  blest. 


63.  L.  M.  Watts. 

DOXOLOGY. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ! 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue  ! 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


64.  8  &  7s.  M.  Anonymous, 

go  in  peace  ! 

1  Go  in  peace  !  —  serene  dismission 

To  the  loving  heart  made  known, 
When  it  pours  in  deep  contrition 
Prayer  before  the  eternal  throne. 

2  Go  in  peace  !  thy  sins  forgiven, 

Christ  hath  healed  thee,  set  thee  free  ; 
Every  spirit-fetter  riven, 
Go  in  peace,  and  liberty  ! 


CLOSING    HYMNS. 

3    Saviour  !    breathe  this  benediction 
O'er  our  spirits  while  we  pray  ; 
Let  us  part  in  full  conviction 

Thou  hast  blessed  our  souls  to-day. 

65.  C.  M.  Heber. 

THE    SEED    OF    THE    WORD. 

1  O  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given, 

By  whom  the  harvest  blest  ; 
Whose  word,  like  manna  showered  from  heaven, 
Is  planted  in  our  breast ; 

2  Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 

And  plunderers  of  the  air  ; 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 
And  weeds  of  worldly  care  ! 

3  Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  strewn, 

Do  thou  thy  grace  supply  ; 
The  hope,  in  earthly  furrows  sown, 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky. 

66.  L.  M.  Gaskell. 

WALKING    WITH    GOD. 

1  Through  all  this  life's  eventful  road, 
Fain  would  I  walk  with  thee,  my  God, 
Making  thy  presence  light  around, 
And  every  step  on  holy  ground. 

2  Each  blessing  would  I  trace  to  thee, 
In  every  grief  thy  mercy  see  ; 

And  through  the  paths  of  duty  move, 
Conscious  of  thine  encircling  love. 


HYMNS    OF     WORSHIP. 

And  when  the  angel  Death  stands  by, 
Be  this  my  strength,  that  thou  art  nigh  ; 
And  this  my  joy,  that  I  shall  be 
With  those  who  dwell  in  light  with  thee. 


6/.  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

CHRISTIAN    FAREWELL. 

1  Thy  presence,  ever  living  God  ! 
Wide  through  all  nature  spreads  abroad  ; 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  never  sleep, 
In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  powers  sustain  ; 
When  separate,  we  rejoice  to  share 
Thy  counsels,  and  thy  gracious  care. 

3  To  thee  we  now  commit  our  ways, 
And  still  implore  thy  heavenly  grace  ; 
Still  cause  thy  face  on  us  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine. 

4  Give  us  within  thy  house  to  raise 
Again  united  songs  of  praise  ; 
Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
Give  us  to  meet  around  thy  throne. 

68.  CM.  Logan,  alt. 

FOR  GUIDANCE  AND  PROTECTION. 

l    God  of  our  fathers  !  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  blest, 
Be  with  us  through  our  pilgrimage, 
Conduct  us  to  our  rest. 


CLOSING    HYMNS. 

Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

O,  spread  thy  sheltering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

To  thee,  our  Father  and  our  God, 
We  our  whole  souls  resign  ; 

And  thankful  own,  that  all  we  are 
And  all  we  have  is  thine. 


69.  7s.  M. 

GOD    EVER   NEAR 

l    As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye 


J.  Newton. 


Shines  on  every  place  the  same  ; 
So  the  Lord  is  always  nigh 
To  the  souls  that  love  his  name. 

When  they  move  at  duty's  call, 
He  is  with  them  by  the  way  ; 
He  is  ever  with  them  all, 
Those  who  go  and  those  who  stay. 

From  his  holy  mercy-seat 
Nothing  can  their  souls  confine  ; 
Still  in  spirit  they  may  meet, 
And  in  sweet  communion  join. 

Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer  ! 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 


HYMNS    OF    WORSHIP. 

70.  8,  7,  &  4s.  M.  Anonymous. 

DISMISSION. 

1  Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  peace  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love  : 

Still  support  us 
While  in  duty's  path  we  move. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 


II.     GOD. 


71.  C.  P.  M.  Smart. 


I    AM. 


1  We  sing  of  God,  the  mighty  source 
Of  all  things,  the  stupendous  force 

On  which  all  things  depend  ; 
From  whose  right  arm,  beneath  whose  eyes, 
All  period,  power,  and  enterprise 

Commence,  and  reign,  and  end. 

2  Tell  them,  I  am,  Jehovah  said 

To  Moses,  while  earth  heard  in  dread, 

And,  smitten  to  the  heart, 
At  once  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  nature,  without  voice  or  sound, 

Replied,  O  Lord,  thou  art  ! 

72.  7s.  M.  Gaskell. 

ALL    THINGS    PRESENT    TO   GOD. 

i    Mighty  God  !  the  first,  the  last  ! 
What  are  ages  in  thy  sight  ? 
But  as  yesterday  when  past, 
Or  a  watch  within  the  night. 

2   All  that  being  ever  knew, 

Down,  far  down,  ere  time  had  birth, 
Stands  as  clear  within  thy  view 
As  the  present  things  of  earth. 


GOD. 

3  All  that  being  e'er  shall  know 

On,  still  on,  through  farthest  years, 

All  eternity  can  show, 

Bright  before  thee  now  appears. 

4  In  thine  all-embracing  sight, 
Every  change  its  purpose  meets, 
Every  cloud  floats  into  light, 
Every  woe  its  glory  greets. 

5  Whatsoe'er  our  lot  may  be, 
Calmly  in  this  thought  we  '11  rest,  — 
Could  we  see  as  thou  dost  see, 

We  should  choose  it  as  the  best. 

73.  8  &  7s.  M.  Bowring. 

GOD    IS    TRUTH    AND    LOVE. 

i    God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  move  ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever  ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


GOD. 

74.  P*  M.  Anonymous, 

god  is  LOVE. 

1  I  cannot  always  trace  the  way 
Where  thou,  Almighty  One,  dost  move, 
But  I  can  always,  always  say 

That  God  is  love. 

2  When  fear  her  chilling  mantle  throws 
O'er  earth,  my  soul  to  heaven  above, 
As  to  her  native  home,  upsprings, 

For  God  is  love. 

3  When  mystery  clouds  my  darkened  path, 
I  '11  check  my  dread,  my  doubts  reprove ; 
In  this  my  soul  sweet  comfort  hath, 

That  God  is  love. 

4  Yes,  God  is  love  ;  —  a  thought  like  this 
Can  every  gloomy  thought  remove 
And  turn  all  tears,  all  woes,  to  bliss, 

For  God  is  love. 


75.  L.  M.  Sterling. 

LOVE    SUPREME    IN    GOD. 

1  O  Source  divine,  and  Life  of  all, 
The  Fount  of  being's  wondrous  sea  ! 
Thy  depth  would  every  heart  appall, 
That  saw  not  Love  supreme  in  thee. 

2  We  shrink  before  thy  vast  abyss, 
Where  worlds  on  worlds  eternal  brood  ; 
We  know  thee  truly  but  in  this, 

That  thou  bestowest  all  our  good. 
5 


GOD, 

3  And  so,  'raid  boundless  time  and  space, 
O,  grant  us  still  in  thee  to  dwell, 

And  through  thy  ceaseless  web  to  trace 
Thy  presence  working  all  things  well  ! 

4  Nor  let  thou  life's  delightful  play 
Thy  truth's  transcendent  vision  hide  ; 
Nor  strength  and  gladness  lead  astray 
From  thee,  our  nature's  only  guide. 

5  Bestow  on  every  joyous  thrill 
Thy  deeper  tone  of  reverent  awe  ; 
Make  pure  thy  children's  erring  will, 
And  leach  their  hearts  to  love  thy  law  ! 

76.  L.  M.  * 

GOD    KNOWN    THROUGH    LOVE. 

1  No  human  eyes  thy  face  may  see  ; 

No  human  thought  thy  form  may  know  ; 

But  all  creation  dwells  in  thee, 

And  thy  great  life  through  all  doth  flow  ! 

2  And  yet,  O  strange  and  wondrous  thought  ! 
Thou  art  a  God  who  hearest  prayer, 

And  every  heart  with  sorrow  fraught 
To  seek  thy  present  aid  may  dare.  — 

3  And  though  most  weak  our  efforts  seem 
Into  one  creed  these  thoughts  to  bind, 
And  vain  the  intellectual  dream, 

To  see  and  know  the  Eternal  Mind,  — 

4  Yet  thou  wilt  turn  them  not  aside, 
Who  cannot  solve  thy  life  divine, 
But  would  give  up  all  reason's  pride 

To  know  their  hearts  approved  by  thine  ! 


GOD. 


5  And  thine  unceasing  love  gave  birth 
To  our  dear  Lord,  thy  holy  Son, 
Who  left  a  perfect  proof  on  earth, 
That  Duty,  Love,  and  Truth  are  one. 

6  So,  though  we  faint  on  life's  dark  hill, 

And  Thought  grow  weak,  and  Knowledge  flee, 
Yet  Faith  shall  teach  us  courage  still, 
And  Love  shall  guide  us  on  to  thee  ! 

77.  10s.  M.  Jones  Very, 
god's  fatherly  care. 

1  Father,  there  is  no  change  to  live  with  thee, 
Save  that  in  Christ  I  grow  from  day  to  day  ; 
In  each  new  word  I  hear,  each  thing  I  see, 

I  but  rejoicing  hasten  on  my  way. 

2  The  morning  comes,  with  blushes  overspread, 
And  I,  new-wakened,  find  a  morn  within  ; 
And  in  its  modest  dawn  around  me  shed, 
Thou  hear'st  the    prayer   and    the  ascending 

hymn. 

3  Hour   follows    hour,    the   lengthening    shades 

descend  ; 
Yet  they  could  never  reach  as  far  as  me, 
Did  not  thy  love  its  kind  protection  lend, 
That  I,  thy  child,  might  sleep  in  peace  with  thee. 

78.  P.  M.  German. 

GOD    OUR    LIGHT    AND    STRENGTH. 

l    God  is  thy  light ;  —  never,  my  soul,  despair 
In  hours  of  thy  distress  ; 


GOD. 

The   sun   withdraws    and    earth  is    dark    and 
drear,  — 

Thy  light  shall  never  cease  ! 
On  days  of  joy  with  splendor  beaming, 
Through  nights  of  grief  its  rays  are  gleaming  : 

God  is  thy  light  ! 

God  is  thy  strength  ;  —  throughout  the  earth  he 
reigns 

With  wisdom,  love  and  might  ; 
The  stars  go  on,  the  sun  his  course  maintains, 

Beneath  his  watchful  sight  ; 
In  silence  onward  still  proceeding, 
The  universe  obeys  his  leading  : 

Do  thou  the  same  ! 


79.  10s.  M.  Jones  Very. 

GOD    NOT    AFAR   OFF. 

1  Father  !  thy  wonders  do  not  singly  stand, 
Nor   far    removed    where   feet    have    seldom 

strayed ; 
Around  us  ever  lies  the  enchanted  land, 
In  marvels  rich  to  thine  own  sons  displayed. 

2  In  finding  thee  are  all  things  round  us  found  ! 
In  losing  thee  are  all  things  lost  beside  ! 
Ears  have  we,  but  in  vain  sweet  voices  sound, 
And  to  our  eyes  the  vision  is  denied. 

3  Open  our  eyes  that  we  that  world  may  see  ! 
Open  our  ears  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear  ! 
And  in  the  spirit-land  may  ever  be, 

And  feel  thy  presence  with  us  always  near  ; 


GOD. 

4   No  more  to  wander  'mid  the  things  of  time, 
No  more  to  suffer  death  or  earthly  change  ; 
But  with  the  Christian's  joy  and  faith  sublime, 
Through  all  thy  vast,  eternal  scenes  to  range. 

OX).  C.    M.  MONTGOMERV. 

THE    EARTH    FULL    OF    GOD. 

1  God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 

Looks  down  upon  the  spheres  ; 
Yet  in  his  providence  and  grace 
To  every  eye  appears. 

2  He  bows  the  heavens  ;  the  mountains  stand, 

A  highway  for  our  God  : 
He  walks  amidst  the  desert-land  ; 
'T  is  Eden  where  he  trod. 

3  The  forests  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 

Hark  !  on  the  evening  breeze, 
As  once  of  old,  the  Lord  God's  voice 
Is  heard  among  the  trees. 

4  In  every  stream  his  bounty  flows, 

Diffusing  joy  and  wealth  ; 
In  every  breeze  his  Spirit  blows,  — ■ 
The  breath  of  life  and  health. 

5  His  blessings  fall  in  plenteous  showers 

Upon  the  lap  of  earth, 
That  teems  with  foliage,  fruits,  and  flowers, 
And  rings  with  infant  mirth. 

6  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 

Where  sin  and  death  abound, 
How  beautiful  beyond  compare 
Will  Paradise  be  found  ! 

5* 


GOD. 


81.  L.    M.  PlERPONT. 

EVERY    PLACE    A    TEMPLE. 

1  O  Thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 
The  lyre  of  Hebrew  bards  was  strung  ; 
Whom  kings  adored  in  songs  sublime, 
And  prophets  praised  with  glowing  tongue  : 

2  Not  now  on  Zion's  height  alone 
Thy  favored  worshippers  may  dwell  ; 
Nor  where,  at  sultry  noon,  thy  Son 
Sat  weary,  by  the  Patriarch's  well. 

3  From  every  place  below  the  skies, 

The  grateful  song,  the  fervent  prayer,  — 
The  incense  of  the  heart,  — may  rise 
To  heaven,  and  find  acceptance  there. 

4  To  thee  shall  age,  with  snowy  hair, 
And  strength,  and  beauty,  bend  the  knee, 
And  childhood  lisp,  with  reverent  air, 
Its  praises  and  its  prayers  to  thee  ! 

5  O  Thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time, 
The  lyre  of  prophet  bards  was  strung, 
To  thee,  at  last,  in  every  clime, 
Shall  temples  rise,  and  praise  be  sung  ! 

82.  7s.  M.  Methodist. 

GOD    EVERYWHERE    PRESENT. 

i    They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place  ; 
If  we  live  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


GOD. 

In  our  sickness  and  our  health, 
In  our  want,  or  in  our  wealth, 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  woes  of  life  prevail, 
'T  is  the  time  for  earnest  prayer  ; 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait 
To  thy  Father  come  and  wait  ; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer  ; 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


83.  L.  M.  T.  Moore. 

GOD    IN    ALL. 

1  There  's  nothing  bright,  above,  below, 
From  flowers  that  bloom  to  stars  that  glow, 
But  in  its  light  my  soul  can  see 

Some  feature  of  the  Deity. 

2  There  's  nothing  dark,  below,  above, 
But  in  its  gloom  I  trace  thy  love, 
And  meekly  wait  the  moment  when 
Thy  touch  shall  make  all  bright  again. 

3  The  light,  the  dark,  where'er  I  look, 
Shall  be  one  pure  and  shining  book, 
Where  I  may  read,  in  words  of  flame, 
The  glories  of  thy  wondrous  name. 


GOD. 


84.  L.  M.  T.  Moore, 

god's  presence  in  nature. 

1  Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 
Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see  ; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 
Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee. 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 
Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 
And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 
Through  golden  vistas  into  heaven, 
Those  hues  that  make  the  sun's  decline 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord,  are  thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 
O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 

Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 
Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes, 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 
So  grand,  so  countless,  Lord,  are  thine. 

4  When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 
Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh  ; 
And  every  flower  the  summer  wreathes 
Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye. 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 


GOD    IN    NATURE. 


OO.  C  M.  Whittier. 

nature's  worship. 

1  The  ocean  looketh  up  to  heaven, 

As  't  were  a  living  thing  ; 
The  homage  of  its  waves  is  given, 
In  ceaseless  worshipping. 

2  They  kneel  upon  the  sloping  sand 

As  bends  the  human  knee  ; 
A  beautiful  and  tireless  band, 
The  priesthood  of  the  sea. 

3  The  mists  are  lifted  from  the  hills, 

Like  the  white  wing  of  prayer  ; 
They  kneel  above  the  ancient  hills, 
As  doing  homage  there. 

4  The  forest-tops  are  lowly  cast 

O'er  breezy  hill  and  glen, 
As  if  a  prayerful  spirit  passed 
On  nature  as  on  men. 

5  The  sky  is  as  a  temple's  arch  : 

The  blue  and  wavy  air 
Is  glorious  with  the  spirit  march 
Of  messengers  at  prayer. 


86.  '     L.  M.  Miss  Williams. 

* 

GOD    IN    NATURE. 

l    My  God  !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway  ; 
Thou  giv'st  the  night  and  thou  the  day  : 
When  all  thy  loved  creation  wakes, 
When  morning,  rich  in  lustre,  breaks, 


GOD. 

And  bathes  in  dew  the  opening  flower, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour  ; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belong. 

Or  when,  in  paler  tints  arrayed, 
The  evening  slowly  spreads  her  shade, 
That  soothing  shade,  that  grateful  gloom, 
Can,  more  than  day's  enlivening  bloom, 
Still  every  fond  and  vain  desire, 
And  calmer,  purer  thoughts  inspire  ; 
From  earth  the  longing  spirit  free, 
And  lead  the  softened  heart  to  thee. 

As  o'er  thy  work  the  seasons  roll, 
And  soothe,  with  change  of  bliss,  the  soul. 
O,  never  may  their  smiling  train 
Pass  o'er  the  human  sense  in  vain  ! 
But  oft,  as  on  their  charms  we  gaze, 
Attune  the  wandering  soul  to  praise  ; 
And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize 
The  joys  that  from  thy  favor  rise  ! 


87.  L-  M.  Wreford. 

GOD    IN    HIS    WORKS. 

1  God  of  the  ocean,  earth,  and  sky, 
In  thy  bright  presence  we  rejoice  ; 
We  feel  thee,  see  thee  ever  nigh, 
And  gladly  hear  thy  gracious  voice. 

2  We  feel  thee  in  the  sunny  beam, 

We  see  thee  walk  the  mountain  waves  ; 
We  hear  thee  in  the  murmuring  stream, 
And  when  the  tempest  wildly  raves. 


GOD    IN    NATURE. 

3  God  on  the  lonely  hills  we  meet  ! 
God,  in  the  vale  and  fragrant  grove  ! 
While  birds  and  whispering  winds  repeat, 
That  God  is  there,  —  the  God  of  love  ! 

4  We  meet  thee  in  the  pensive  hour 
When  wearied  nature  sinks  to  rest  ; 
When  dies  the  breeze,  and  sleeps  the  flower, 
And  peace  is  given  to  every  breast. 

5  We  see  thee  when,  at  eve,  afar 
We  upward  lift  our  wondering  sight, 
We  see  thee  in  each  silent  star 
That  beautifies  the  gloom  of  night. 

6  But  better  still,  and  still  more  clear, 
Thee  in  thy  holy  Son  we  see  ; 
There  thy  own  glorious  words  we  hear, 
And  learn  the  way  to  heaven  and  thee. 

88.  L.  M.  Fox's  Hymns. 

THE    GREAT    TEMPLE. 

1  Though  wandering  in  a  stranger-land, 
Though  on  the  waste  no  altar  stand, 
Take  comfort  !  thou  art  not  alone, 
While  Faith  hath  marked  thee  for  her  own. 

2  Wouldst  thou  a  temple  ?  look  above, 
The  heavens  stretch  over  all  in  love  ; 
A  book  ?  for  thine  evangel  scan 
The  wondrous  history  of  man. 

3  And  though  no  organ-peal  be  heard, 
In  harmony  the  winds  are  stirred  ; 
And  there  the  morning  stars  upraise 
Their  ancient  songs  of  deathless  praise. 


GOD. 

89.  L.  M.  W.  H.  Burleigh. 

THE    PSALM    OF    NIGHT. 

i    Not  only  doth  the  voiceful  day 

Thy  loving  kindness,  Lord  !  proclaim, 
But  night,  with  its  sublime  array 
Of  worlds,  doth  magnify  thy  name  ! 
Yea,  while  adoring  seraphim 
Before  thee  bend  the  willing  knee, 
From  every  star  a  choral  hymn 
Goes  up  unceasingly  to  thee  ! 

2    Day  unto  day  doth  utter  speech, 

And  night  to  night  thy  voice  makes  known  ; 
Through  all  the  earth,  where  thought  may  reach, 
Is  heard  the  glad  and  solemn  tone  ; 
And  worlds,  beyond  the  farthest  star 
Whose  light  hath  reached  a  human  eye, 
Catch  the  high  anthem  from  afar, 
That  rolls  along  immensity. 

90.  L.    M.  BULFINCH. 
VOICE    OF    GOD    IN    THE    SOUL. 

1  Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned 
At  evening's  calm  and  holy  hour, 

As  if  its  inmost  depths  discerned 
The  presence  of  a  loftier  power  ? 

2  Hast  thou  not  heard  'mid  forest  glades, 
While  ancient  rivers  murmured  by, 

A  voice  from  forth  the  eternal  shades, 
That  spake  a  present  Deity  ? 


GOD    IN    THE    SOUL. 

3  And  as,  upon  the  sacred  page, 
Thine  eye  in  rapt  attention  turned 
O'er  records  of  a  holier  age, 

Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned  ? 

4  It  was  the  voice  of  God  that  spake 
In  silence  to  thy  silent  heart  ; 

And  bade  each  worthier  thought  awake, 
And  every  dream  of  earth  depart. 

5  Voice  of  our  God,  O,  yet  be  near  ! 
In  low,  sweet  accents,  whisper  peace  ; 
Direct  us  on  our  pathway  here, 

Then  bid  in  heaven  our  wanderings  cease  ! 

•7x»  C.  M.  Jones  Very. 

THE    LIGHT    FROM    WITHIN. 

1  I  saw  on  earth  another  light 

Than  that  which  lit  my  eye 
Come  forth,  as  from  my  soul  within, 
And  from  a  higher  sky. 

2  Its  beams  still  shone  unclouded  on, 

When  in  the  distant  west 
The  sun  I  once  had  known  had  sunk 
For  ever  to  his  rest. 

3  And  on  I  walked,  though  dark  the  night, 

Nor  rose  his  orb  by  day  ; 
As  one  to  whom  a  surer  guide 
Was  pointing  out  the  way. 

4  'T  was  brighter  far  than  noonday's  beam, 

It  shone  from  God  within  ; 
And  lit,  as  by  a  lamp  from  heaven, 
The  world's  dark  track  of  sin. 

a 


GOD. 


92.  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

SILENT    WORSHIP. 

i    Wouldst  thou  in  thy  lonely  hour 
Praises  to  the  Eternal  pour  ? 
I  will  teach  thy  soul  to  be 
Temple,  hymn,  and  harmony. 

2  Sweeter  songs  than  poets  sing 
Thou  shalt  for  thy  offering  bring  ; 
Softly  murmured  hymns,  that  dwell 
In  devotion's  deepest  cell. 

3  Know  that  music's  holiest  strain 
Loves  to  linger,  loves  to  reign, 
In  that  calm  of  quiet  thought 
Which  the  passions  trouble  not. 

4  Wouldst  thou  in  thy  lonely  hour 
Praises  to  the  Eternal  pour  ? 
Thus  thy  soul  may  learn  to  be 
Temple,  hymn,  and  harmony. 


93.  7  &  6s.  M.  Methodist. 

QUIET    WORSHIP. 

l    Open,  Lord,  mine  inward  ear, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
Bid  my  quiet  spirit  hear 

The  comfort  of  thy  voice  ; 
Never  in  the  whirlwind  found, 
Or  where  earthquakes  rock  the  place, 
Still  and  silent  is  the  sound, 

The  whisper  of  thy  grace. 


COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 

2   From  the  world  of  sin,  and  noise, 
'  And  hurry,  I  withdraw  ; 
For  the  small  and  inward  voice 

I  wait  with  humble  awe  ; 
Silent  am  I  now  and  still, 
Will  not  in  thy  presence  move  ; 
To  my  waiting  soul  reveal 
The  secret  of  thy  love  ! 

94.  C.    M.  COWPER. 

RETIREMENT. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord  !  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  sin  is  waging  still 
Its  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made, 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  presence  cheer  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays  ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And,  —  all  harmonious  names  in  one, — 
My  Father  !  thou  art  mine. 


GOD. 

95.  CM.  Miss  Williams. 

HABITUAL    DEVOTION. 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  rilled. 

2  Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed  ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore  ! 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee  ! 


COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 

96.  P.  M.  T.  Moore. 

THE    HEART'S    PRAYER. 

i    As,  down  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the  ocean, 
Sweet  flowers  are  springing  no  mortal  can 
see, 
So,  deep  in  my  soul,  the  still  prayer  of  devotion, 
Unheard  by  the  world,  rises,  silent,  to  thee, 
My  God  !  silent,  to  thee, — 
Pure,  warm,  silent,  to  thee. 

2   As    still  to    the    star  of  its    worship,    though 
clouded, 
The  needle  points  faithfully  o'er  the  dim  sea, 
So,  dark  when   I  roam,  in  this  wintry  world 
shrouded, 
The  hope  of  my  spirit  turns,  trembling,  to 
thee, 
My  God  !  trembling,  to  thee,  — 
True,  sure,  trembling,  to  thee. 

97.  7  &  6s.  M.  Anonymous. 

PRAY    WITHOUT    CEASING. 

l    Go  when  the  morning  shineth, 
Go  when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 
Go  in  the  hush  of  night  ; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And,  in  God's  presence  kneeling, 
Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 
6* 


GOD. 

Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee  ; 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be  ; 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  blend  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

Or,  if  't  is  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
E'en  then,  the  silent  breathing 

Thy  spirit  lifts  above 
Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 

Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

O,  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare,  — 
The  grace  our  Father  gave  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer  : 
Whene'er  thou  pin'st  in  sadness, 

On  Him  who  saveth,  call ! 
Remember,  in  thy  gladness, 

His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 


98.  7s.  M.  Hemans. 

ALL    MUST    PRAY. 

l   Child,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play, 
While  the  red  light  fades  away  ; 
Mother,  with  thine  earnest  eye, 
Ever  following  silently  ; 


COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 

2  Father,  by  the  breeze  of  eve 
Called  thy  daily  toil  to  leave  ; 
Pray  !  ere  yet  the  dark  hours  be, 
Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee  ! 

3  Traveller  in  the  stranger's  land, 
Far  from  thine  own  household  band 
Mourner,  haunted  by  the  tone 

Of  a  voice  from  this  world  gone  ; 

4  Captive,  in  whose  narrow  cell 
Sunshine  hath  not  leave  to  dwell  ; 
Sailor,  on  the  darkening  sea, 
Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee  ! 

5  Ye  that  triumph,  ye  that  sigh, 
Kindred  by  one  holy  tie, 
Heaven's  first  star  alike  ye  see  ; 
Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee  ! 


99.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

WHAT    IS    PRAYER? 

i    Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Unuttered  or  expressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 


GOD. 


4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
The  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays  !  " 

6  In  prayer,  on  earth,  the  saints  are  one  ; 

They  're  one  in  word  and  mind  ; 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

7  O  Thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 

100.  L.  M.  Wesley. 

PRAYER  THE  LIFE  OF  THE  SOUL. 

1  Prayer  is  to  God  the  soul's  sure  way  ; 
So  flows  the  grace  he  waits  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray  ; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 

In  every  need,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'T  is  prayer  supports  the  soul  that  's  weak, 
Though  poor  and  broken  be  its  word  ; 
Pray  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not,  speak  ; 
The  breathings  of  the  soul  are  heard. 


COMMUNION    WITH    GOD. 

Depend  on  him  ;  thou  shalt  prevail ; 
Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known  ; 
Fear  not,  his  mercy  will  not  fail  ; 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 


101.  S.  M.  Briggs'sColl 

SEASONS    FOR    PRAYER. 

i    Come  at  the  morning  hour, 
Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray  ; 

Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 
Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 

Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 
In  the  weary  heat  of  day. 

3  At  evening,  in  thy  home, 
Around  its  altar,  pray  ; 

And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  veils  our  eyes, 
O,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 

I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
With  thee  to  watch  and  pray. 


III.    JESUS  CHRIST. 


102.  7s.  M.  Bowring. 

ADVENT. 

i   Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ; 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel  ! 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

Higher  yet  the  star  ascends  ; 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  ; 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight  ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  ; 
Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come. 


ADVENT. 


JLUo.  Us.  M.  Drummond. 

PREPARE  YE  THE  WAY  OF  THE  LORD ! 

i    A  voice  from  the  desert  comes  awful  and  shrill ; 
The  Lord  is  advancing  ;  prepare  ye  the  way  ! 
The  word  of  Jehovah  he  comes  to  fulfil, 
And  o'er  the  dark  world  pour  the  splendor  of 
day. 

2  Bring  down  the  proud  mountain,  though  tower- 

ing to  heaven, 
And  be  the  low  valley  exalted  on  high  ; 
The  rough  path  and  crooked  be  made  smooth 

and  even, 
For,  Zion  !  your  King,  your  Redeemer,  is  nigh. 

3  The  beams  of  salvation  his  progress  illume, 
The  lone,  dreary  wilderness  sings  of  her  God  ; 
The  rose  and  the  myrtle  there  suddenly  bloom, 
And  the   olive  of  peace  spreads  its  branches 

abroad. 


104.  8  &  7s.  M,  Gaskell. 

THE  DAYSPRING    FROM   ON    HIGH. 

i   Darkness  o'er  the  world  was  brooding 
Sadder  than  Egyptian  gloom  ; 
Souls  by  myriads  lay  in  slumber 
Deep  as  of  the  sealed  tomb. 

2   Earth  had  lost  the  links  which  bouna1  it 
To  the  throne  of  light  above  ; 
Yet  an  eye  was  watching  o'er  it, 
And  that  eye  was  full  of  love. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

3  Like  a  glorious  beam  of  morning, 

Straight  a  ray  pierced  through  the  cloud, 
Spirits  mightily  awakening 

From  their  dark  encircling  shroud. 

4  Still  that  ray  shines  on  and  brightens, 

Chasing  mist  and  gloom  away  ; 
Happy  they  on  whom  it  gathers 
With  its  full  and  perfect  day  ! 

105.  CM.  Patrick. 

THE    NATIVITY. 

1  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  —  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind,  — 
u  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 

4  u  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
Address  their  joyful  song  : 


ADVENT. 

6   u  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ! 
Good-will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men, 
Begin  and  never  cease  !  " 

106.  C.  M.  E.  H.  Sears. 

THE    BIRTH-SONG    OF    CHRIST. 

i    Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 
Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains  ! 

2  Celestial  choirs  from  courts  above 

Shed  sacred  glories  there  ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply  ; 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  dayspring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  u  Glory  to  God  !  "  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring, 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  Eternal  King  !  " 

6  Light  on  thy  hills,  Jerusalem  ! 

The  Saviour  now  is  born  ! 
And  bright  on  Bethlehem's  joyous  plains 
Breaks  the  first  Christmas  morn. 
7 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

107.  P.  M.  Hemans. 

HYMN    FOR    CHRISTMAS. 

1  O  lovely  voices  of  the  sky, 

Which  hymned  the  Saviour's  birth, 
Are  ye  not  singing  still  on  high, 
Ye  that  sang,  "  Peace  on  earth  "  ? 
To  us  yet  speak  the  strains, 
Wherewith,  in  time  gone  by, 
Ye  blessed  the  Syrian  swains,  — 
O  voices  of  the  sky  ! 

2  O  clear  and  shining  light,  whose  beams, 

That  hour,  heaven's  glory  shed 
Around  the  palms,  and  o'er  the  streams, 
And  on  the  shepherds'  head  ! 
Be  near,  through  life  and  death, 
As  in  that  holiest  night 
Of  hope,  and  joy,  and  faith  ; 
O  clear  and  shinins:  light  ! 

3  O  star  which  led  to  Him  whose  love 

Brought  down  man's  ransom  free  ! 
Where  art  thou  ?  — 'midst  the  host  above 
May  we  still  gaze  on  thee  ? 
In  heaven  thou  art  not  set, 
Thy  rays  earth  may  not  dim  ; 
Send  them  to  guide  us  yet, 
O  star  which  led  to  Him  ! 


HIS    MISSION. 
108.  11  &  10s.  M.  Heber. 

THE   STAR    IN    THE    EAST. 

1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  ! 

2  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

3  Vainly  we  offer  each  costly  oblation  ; 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

4  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


109.  CM.  Doddridge. 

MISSION    OF    CHRIST. 

1  Hark  !  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  home, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Abides  with  holy  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  sacred  breast  inspire. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  wretched  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace  ! 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

110.  CM.  Watts. 

Christ's  coming. 

1  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
As  far  as  sin  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 


HIS    MISSION. 

J.J.JL.  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    STAR    OF    BETHLEHEM. 

1  Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  Star  ! 
Star  of  truth,  that  gilds  the  night, 
And  guides  bewildered  men  aright. 

2  Mild  it  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death  , 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night  ; 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

3  Nations  all,  remote  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  Lord  appear  ; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  him  manifested  there  ! 

4  There  behold  the  dayspring  rise, 
Pouring  light  on  mortal  eyes  ; 
See  it  chase  the  shades  away, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


112.  S.  M.  Needham. 

THE    PRINCE    OF    PEACE. 

i    Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  chosen  of  the  Lord, 
God's  well  beloved  Son,  fulfils 

The  sure  prophetic  word. 

2   No  royal  pomp  adorns 

This  King  of  Righteousness  ; 
Meekness  and  patience,  truth  and  love, 

Compose  his  princely  dress. 

7# 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

3  The  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 
In  rich  abundance  shed, 

On  this  great  prophet  gentJy  lights, 
And  rests  upon  his  head. 

4  Jesus,  the  light  of  men  ! 
His  doctrine  life  imparts  ; 

O,  may  we  feel  its  quickening  power 
To  warm  and  glad  our  hearts  ! 

5  Cheered  by  its  beams,  our  souls 
Shall  run  the  heavenly  way  ; 

The  path  which  Christ  has  marked  and  trod 
Will  lead  to  endless  day. 

llo.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

TEMPTED    AS    WE    ARE. 

1  As  oft,  with  worn  and  weary  feet, 
We  tread  earth's  rugged  pathway  o'er, 
The  thought  how  comforting  and  sweet,  — 
Christ  trod  this  very  path  before  ; 

Our  wants,  our  weaknesses,  he  knows, 
From  life's  first  dawning  to  its  close. 

2  O,  if  beneath  temptation's  stress 
Evil  doth  strive  our  hearts  within, 
So,  in  Judea's  wilderness, 

Christ  wrestled  with  the  thoughts  of  sin, 
When  worn,  and  in  a  feeble  hour, 
The  tempter  came  with  all  his  power. 

3  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  he  trod, 
Knew  every  human  ill  but  sin, 
And  though  the  holiest  Son  of  God, 
As  I  am  now  so  hath  he  been  ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour  !  look  on  me  ; 
For  help  and  strength  I  turn  to  thee. 


HIS    MIRACLES. 

114.  7S.    M.  BuLFINCH. 

"  THE    WORKS    WHICH    I    DO    BEAR    WITNESS    OF    ME." 

1  Holy  Son  of  God  most  high  ! 
Clothed  in  heavenly  majesty, 
Many  a  miracle  and  sign, 

In  thy  Father's  name  divine, 
Manifested  forth  thy  might 
In  the  chosen  people's  sight. 

2  But,  O  Saviour  !  not  alone 
Thus  thy  glory  was  made  known  ; 
With  the  mourner  thou  didst  grieve, 
Every  human  want  relieve  ; 

Far  thy  matchless  power  above 
Stands  the  witness  of  thy  love. 

3  Thou,  who  by  the  open  grave, 
Ere  thy  voice  was  raised  to  save, 
Didst  with  those  fond  sisters  shed 
Tears  above  the  faithful  dead  ; 
Even  thy  word  of  might  appears 
Less  resistless  than  thy  tears. 

4  Lord  !  it  is  not  ours  to  gaze 
On  thy  works  of  ancient  days  ; 
But  thy  love,  unchanged  and  bright, 
More  than  all  those  works  of  might, 
More  than  miracle  or  sign, 
Makes  us  ever,  ever  thine. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

115.  CM.  Hemans. 

CHRIST    STILLING    THE    TEMPEST. 

1  Fear  was  within  the  tossing  bark, 

When  stormy  winds  grew  loud  ; 
And  waves  came  rolling  high  and  dark, 
And  the  tall  mast  was  bowed. 

2  But  the  wind  ceased,  —  it  ceased,  —  a  word 

Passed  through  the  gloomy  sky  ; 
The  troubled  billows  knew  their  Lord, 
And  sank  beneath  his  eye. 

3  Thou  that  didst  rule  the  angry  hour, 

And  tame  the  tempest's  mood, 
O,  send  thy  Spirit  forth  in  power 
•    O'er  our  dark  souls  to  brood  ! 

4  Thou  that  didst  bow  the  billows'  pride, 

Thy  mandates  to  fulfil, 
Speak,  speak  to  passion's  raging  tide, 
Speak,  and  say,  "  Peace,  be  still  !  " 

116.  C.  M.  Bulfinch. 

THE    POOL    OF    BETHESDA. 

l    The  aged  sufferer  waited  long, 

Upon  Bethesda's  brink  ; 
Till  hopes,  once  rising  warm  and  strong, 

Began  in  fears  to  sink  ; 
And  heavy  were  the  sighs  he  drew, 

And  fervent  was  his  prayer, 
For  he,  with  safety  full  in  view, 

Still  languished  helpless  there. 


HIS    MIRACLES. 


His  hope  grew  dim  ;  but  one  was  nigh 

Who  saw  the  sufferer's  grief ; 
That  gentle  voice,  that  pitying  eye, 

Gave  promise  of  relief. 
Each  pang  that  human  weakness  knows 

Obeyed  that  powerful  word  ; 
He  spake,  and  lo  !  the  sick  arose, 

Rejoicing  in  his  Lord. 

Father  of  Jesus,  when  oppressed 

With  grief  and  pain  we  lie, 
And,  longing  for  thy  heavenly  rest, 

Despair  to  look  on  high, 
O,  may  the  Saviour's  words  of  peace 

Within  the  wounded  heart 
Bid  every  doubt  and  suffering  cease, 

And  strength  and  joy  imparl  ! 


117»  C.  M.  Bulfinch. 

CHRIST    WALKING   ON    THE    SEA. 

1  Lord,  in  whose  might  the  Saviour  trod 

The  dark  and  stormy  wave  ; 
And  trusted  in  his  Father's  arm, 
Omnipotent  to  save  ; 

2  When  darkly  round  our  footsteps  rise 

The  floods  and  storms  of  life, 
Send  thou  thy  Spirit  down  to  still 
The  dark  and  fearful  strife. 

3  Strong  in  our  trust,  on  thee  reposed, 

The  ocean-path  we  '11  dare, 
Though  waves  around  us  rage  and  foam, 
Since  thou  art  present  there. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 


118.  P.   M.  BOWRING. 
"  HE    WAS    THERE    ALONE." 

1  He  was  there  alone,  when  even 

Had  round  earth  its  mantle  thrown, 
Holding  intercourse  with  heaven  : 
He  was  there  alone. 

2  There  his  inmost  heart's  emotion 

Made  he  to  his  Father  known  ; 
In  the  spirit  of  devotion 
Musing  there  alone. 

3  So  let  us,  from  earth  retiring, 

Seek  our  God  and  Father's  throne  ; 
And,  to  other  scenes  aspiring, 
Train  our  hearts,  alone. 

119.  L.    M.  BOWRING. 

JESUS    TEACHING    THE    PEOPLE. 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way  ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest  !  " 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 


HIS    SPIRIT. 

4   Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust! 
Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  ! 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

120.  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

"  THE    MIND    WHICH    WAS    IN    CHRIST    JESUS." 

1  Ever  patient,  loving,  meek, 
Holy  Saviour,  was  thy  mind  ; 
Vainly  in  myself  I  seek 
Likeness  to  my  Lord  to  find  ; 
Yet  the  mind  that  was  in  thee 
May  be,  must  be,  formed  in  me. 

2  Since  such  griefs  were  thine  to  bear, 
For  each  sufferer  thou  couldst  feel, 
Every  mourner's  burden  share, 
Every  wounded  spirit  heal. 
Saviour,  let  thy  grace  in  me 

Form  that  mind  which  was  in  thee. 

3  When  my  pain  is  most  intense, 
Let  thy  cross  my  lesson  prove ; 
Let  me  hear  thee  even  thence 
Breathing  words  of  peace  and  love  ; 
Thus  thy  grace  shall  form  in  me 
The  same  mind  which  was  in  thee. 

121.  7s.  M.  Barbauld. 

Christ's  invitations. 

l    Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 

Come  and  make  my  paths  your  choice  ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  ; 
Weary  pilgrim  !  hither  come. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim  !  hither  haste. 

Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  and  seek  in  vain  ; 
Ye  whose  swoln  and  sleepless  eyes 
Watch  to  see  the  morning  rise  ; 

Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 
In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn, 
Here  repose  your  heavy  care  ; 
Who  the  stings  of  guilt  can  bear  ? 

Sufferer  !  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


122.  C.  M.  Gaskell. 

SPIRIT    OF    JESUS. 

1  O,  not  to  crush  with  abject  fear 

The  burdened  soul  of  man 
Did  Jesus  on  the  earth  appear, 

And  open  heaven's  high  plan  : 
He  came  to  bid  him  find  repose, 

And  God  his  Father  know  ; 
And  thus  with  love  to  raise  up  those 

That  once  were  bowed  low. 

2  O,  not  in  coldness  nor  in  pride 

His  holy  path  he  trod  ; 
'T  was  his  delight  to  turn  aside 
And  win  the  lost  to  God  ; 


HIS    SPIRIT. 

And  unto  sorrowing  guilt  disclose 

The  fount  whence  peace  should  flow  ; 

And  thus  with  love  to  raise  up  those 
That  once  were  bowed  low. 

O,  not  with  cold,  unfeeling  eye 

Did  he  the  suffering  view  ; 
Not  on  the  other  side  pass  by, 

And  deem  their  tears  untrue  ; 
'T  was  joy  to  him  to  heal  their  woes, 

And  heaven's  sweet  refuge  show  ; 
And  thus  with  love  to  raise  up  those 

That  once  were  bowed  low. 


123.  L.  M.  Bache. 

"  SEE    HOW    HE    LOVED." 

1  "  See  how  he  loved  !  "  exclaimed  the  Jews, 
When  Jesus  o'er  his  Lazarus  wept ; 

My  grateful  heart  the  words  shall  use, 
While  on  his  life  my  eye  is  kept. 

2  See  how  he  loved,  who  travelled  on, 
Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies  ; 
Who  bade  disease  and  pain  be  gone, 
And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 

3  See  how  he  loved,  who,  firm  yet  mild, 
Patient  endured  the  scoffing  tongue  ; 
Though  oft  provoked,  he  ne'er  reviled, 
Or  did  his  greatest  foe  a  wrong. 

4  See  how  he  loved,  who  never  shrank 
From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death  ; 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meekly  yielded  up  his  breath. 

8  " 


JESUS    CHRIST. 


124.  L.  M.  *A.  C.  Coxe. 

DIVINE    BEAUTY    OF    CHRIST'S    CHARACTER. 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God  ! 

2  Q,  who  like  thee,  —  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 

O,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  O,  who  like  thee  so  humbly  bore 

The  scorn,  the  scoffs,  of  men  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

O,  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 

Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ; 

And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God  ! 

5    My  passions  lull,  my  spirit  calm, 
My  cold  and  dull  affections  warm  ; 
And  give  me  all  my  life  to  be 
A  sacrifice  to  love  and  thee. 

125.  L.  M.  Brettell. 

THE    LIFE    OF    JESUS. 

l    He  lived  as  none  but  he  has  lived, 
That  wisest  Teacher  from  above  ; 
He  died  as  none  but  he  has  died,  — 
His  every  act  an  act  of  love. 


HIS     SPIRIT. 

2  His  fervent  piety  was  breathed 
To  the  lone  waste,  the  desert  hill  ; 
And  in  the  haunts  of  men  he  sought 
To  do  his  Heavenly  Father's  will. 

3  He  preached  the  gospel  to  the  poor, 
Beside  the  couch  of  anguish  stood, 
Consoled  the  sufferer,  healed  the  sick, 
And  went  about  still  doing  good. 

4  With  sinners  he  conversed,  and  gave 
Peace  to  the  weary,  troubled  mind  ; 
Yet  free  from  stain  till  life's  last  hour, 
In  him  his  foes  no  fault  could  find. 

5  Born  'midst  the  humblest  sons  of  earth, 
All  earth's  temptations  he  withstood  ; 
And  e'en  the  meed  of  praise  renounced, 
Declaring  God  alone  is  good. 

J  ^D.  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

HE    HAD    NOT    WHERE    TO    LAY    HIS    HEAD. 

1  Birds  have  their  quiet  nest, 

Foxes  their  holes,  and  man  his  peaceful  bed  ; 

All  creatures  have  their  rest, 
But  Jesus  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

2  And  yet  he  came  to  give 
The  weary  and  the  heavy-laden  rest  ; 

To  bid  the  sinner  live, 
And  soothe  our  griefs  to  slumber  on  his  breast. 

3  Let  the  birds  seek  their  nest, 

Foxes  their  holes,  and  man  his  peaceful  bed  ; 

Come,  Saviour,  in  my  breast 
Come  and  repose  thine  oft  rejected  head  ! 


JESUS    CHRIST. 


4   Come  !  give  me  rest  and  take 
The  only  rest  on  earth  thou  lov'st,  within 

A  heart  that  for  thy  sake 
Shall  purify  itself  from  every  sin. 


127.  L.  M.  Russell. 

"  THROUGH  HIS  POVERTY  MADE  RICH." 

1  On  the  dark  wave  of  Galilee, 
The  gloom  of  twilight  gathers  fast ; 
And  o'er  the  waters  heavily 

Sweeps  cold  and  drear  the  evening  blast. 

2  Still  near  the  lake,  with  weary  tread, 
Lingers  a  form  of  human  kind  ; 
And  on  his  lone,  unsheltered  head, 
Flows  the  chill  night-damp  of  the  wind. 

3  Why  seeks  he  not  a  home  of  rest  ? 
Why  seeks  he  not  the  pillowed  bed  ? 
Beasts  have  their  dens,  the  bird  his  nest  ; 
"  He  hath  not  where  to  lay  his  head." 

4  Such  was  the  lot  he  freely  chose, 
To  bless,  to  save,  the  human  race  ; 
And  through  his  poverty  there  flows 
A  rich,  full  stream, of  heavenly  grace. 

llio.  L.  M.  *  Gaskell. 

CHRIST    THE    SUFFERER. 

l    Dark  were  the  paths  our  Master  trod, 
Yet  he  ne'er  lost  his  trust  in  God  ; 
Cruel  and  fierce  the  wrongs  he  bore, 
Yet  he  but  felt  for  man  the  more. 


HIS    SUFFERINGS. 

2  Unto  the  cross  in  faith  he  went, 
His  Father's  willing  instrument  ; 
Upon  the  cross  his  praj'er  arose 
In  pity  for  his  ruthless  foes. 

3  O,  may  we  all  his  kindred  be, 
By  holy  love  and  sympathy  ; 
Still  loving  man  through  every  ill, 
And  trusting  in  our  Father's  will. 


129.  L.    M.  BULFINCH. 

CHRIST    THE    SUFFERER. 

i    O  suffering  Friend  of  human  kind  ! 
How,  as  the  fatal  hour  drew  near, 
Came  thronging  on  thy  holy  mind 
The  images  of  grief  and  fear. 

2  Gethsemane's  sad  midnight  scene, 
The  faithless  friends,  the  exulting  foes, 
The  thorny  crown,  the  insult  keen, 

The  scourge,  the  cross,  before  thee  rose. 

3  Did  not  thy  spirit  shrink  dismayed, 
As  the  dark  vision  o'er  it  came  ; 
And  though  in  sinless  strength  arrayed, 
Turn,  shuddering,  from  the  death  of  shame  ? 

4  Onward,  like  thee,  through  scorn  and  dread, 
May  we  our  Father's  call  obey, 
Steadfast  thy  path  of  duty  tread, 

And  rise,  through  death,  to  endless  day. 

8* 


JESUS    CHRIST. 


AoU.  Li*  M.  Doddridge. 

"  THY    WILL,   NOT   MINE,    BE   DONE." 

1  "  Father  divine  !  "  the  Saviour  cried, 
While  horrors  pressed  on  every  side, 
And  prostrate  on  the  ground  he  lay, 

"  Remove  this  bitter  cup  away. 

2  "  But  if  these  pangs  must  still  be  borne, 
Or  helpless  man  be  left  forlorn, 

I  bow  my  soul  before  thy  throne, 

And  say, —  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !  " 

3  Thus  our  submissive  souls  would  bow, 
And,  taught  by  Jesus,  lie  as  low  ; 
Our  hearts,  and  not  our  lips  alone, 
Would  say,  —  Thy  will,  not  ours,  be  done  ! 

Jol.  L.  M.  Anonymous, 

"let  this  cup  pass  from  me." 

1  A  voice  upon  the  midnight  air, 
W'here  Kedron's  moonlit  waters  stray, 
Weeps  forth  in  agony  and  prayer, 

u  O  Father,  take  this  cup  away  !  " 

2  Ah,  thou  who  sorrow'st  unto  death, 
We  conquer  in  thy  mortal  fray  ; 
And  earth  for  all  her  children  saith, 
"  O  God,  take  not  this  cup  away." 

3  O  Lord  of  sorrow,  meekly  die  ; 
Thou  'It  heal  or  hallow  all  our  woe  ; 
Thy  name  refresh  the  mourner's  sigh  ; 
Thy  peace  revive  the  faint  and  low. 


HIS    SUFFERINGS. 

4  Great  chief  of  faithful  souls,  arise  ; 
None  else  can  lead  the  martyr  band, 
Who  teach  the  brave  how  peril  flies, 
When  faith,  unarmed,  uplifts  the  hand. 

5  O  King  of  earth,  the  cross  ascend  ; 
O'er  climes  and  ages  't  is  thy  throne  ; 
Where'er  thy  fading  eye  may  bend, 
The  desert  blooms  and  is  thine  own. 

6  Thy  parting  blessing,  Lord,  we  pray  ; 
Make  but  one  fold  below,  above  ; 
And  when  we  go  the  last,  lone  way, 
O,  give  the  welcome  of  thy  love. 

132.  C.  H.  M.  Hemans. 

THE    AGONY    IN    THE    GARDEN. 

1  He  knelt  ;  the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed, 

When  but  his  Father's  eye 
Looked,  through  the  lonely  garden's  shade, 

On  that  dread  agony  ; 
The  Lord  of  high  and  heavenly  birth 
Was  bowed  with  sorrow  unto  death. 

2  The  sun  went  down  in  fearful  hour  ; 

The  heavens  might  well  grow  dim, 
When  this  mortality  had  power 

Thus  to  o'ershadow  him  ; 
That  he  who  came  to  save  might  know 
The  very  depths  of  human  woe. 

3  He  knew  them  all,  — the  doubt,  the  strife, 

The  faint,  perplexing  dread  ; 
The  mists  that  hang  o'er  parting  life 

All  darkened  round  his  head  ; 
And  the  Deliverer  knelt  to  pray  ; 
Yet  passed  it  not,  that  cup,  away. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

4  It  passed  not,  though  the  stormy  wave 

Had  sunk  beneath  his  tread  ; 
It  passed  not,  though  to  him  the  grave 

Had  yielded  up  its  dead  ; 
But  there  was  sent  him,  from  on  high, 
A  gift  of  strength,  for  man  to  die. 

5  And  was  his  mortal  hour  beset 

With  anguish  and  dismay  ? 
How  may  we  meet  our  conflict  yet 

In  the  dark,  narrow  way  ? 
How,  but  through  him  that  path  who  trod  ? 
tc  Save,  or  we  perish,  Son  of  God." 

133.  6  &  10s.  M.  Bulfinch. 

BEARING    THE    CROSS. 

1  Burden  of  shame  and  woe  ! 
How  does  the  heart  o'erflow 

At  thought  of  Him  the  bitter  cross  who  bore  ? 

But  we  have  each  our  own, 

To  others  oft  unknown, 
Which  we  must  bear  till  life  shall  be  no  more. 

2  And  shall  we  fear  to  tread 
The  path  where  Jesus  led, 

The  pure  and  holy  one,  for  man  who  died  ? 

Or  shall  we  shrink  from  shame, 

Endured  for  Jesus'  name, 
Our  glorious  Lord,  once  spurned  and  crucified  ? 

3  Then,  'mid  the  woes  that  wait 
On  this  our  mortal  state, 

Patience  shall  cheer  affliction,  toil,  and  loss  ; 

And  though  the  tempter's  art 

Assail  our  struggling  heart, 
Still,  Saviour  !  in  thy  name  we  bear  the  cross. 


HIS    CRUCIFIXION. 

134.  7S.    M.  BULFINCH. 

,  THE    CRUCIFIXION. 

1  In  the  Saviour's  hour  of  death, 
Bound  upon  the  cross  of  fear, 
While  his  quick  and  struggling  breath 
Spoke  the  fatal  moment  near, 
While  his  proud,  triumphant  foes 
Mocked  the  sufferings  that  he  bore, 
Then  his  loving  spirit  rose 

More  sublime  than  e'er  before. 

2  He  has  taught  us  to  forgive, 
By  his  words  in  days  gone  by ; 
He  has  taught  us  how  to  live  ; 
Can  he  teach  us  how  to  die  ? 
Listen  !  as  the  cross  they  raise, 
One  brief  prayer  ascends  to  heaven  ; 
For  his  murderers  he  prays,  — 
Father,  may  they  be  forgiven  ! 

135.  P.  M.  W.J.  Fox. 

STABAT    MATER. 

i    Jews  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness, 
Christians  fled  in  fear  and  sadness, 
Mary  stood  the  cross  beside. 

2  At  its  foot  her  foot  she  planted, 
By  the  dreadful  scene  undaunted, 

Till  the  gentle  sufferer  died. 

3  Poets  oft  have  sung  her  story  ; 
Painters  decked  her  brow  with  glory  ; 

Priests  her  name  have  deified  ; 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

4  But  no  worship,  song,  or  glory 
Touches  like  that  simple  story, — 

"  Mary  stood  the  cross  beside." 

5  And  when  under  fierce  oppression 
Goodness  suffers  like  transgression, 

Christ  again  is  crucified. 

6  But  if  love  be  there,  true-hearted, 
By  no  grief  or  terror  parted, 

Mary  stands  the  cross  beside. 


136.  7S.    M  BULFINCH. 

"  IT    IS    FINISHED." 

1  It  is  finished  !  glorious  word 
From  thy  lips,  our  suffering  Lord  ! 
Words  of  high,  triumphant  might, 
Ere  thy  spirit  takes  its  flight. 

It  is  finished  !  all  is  o'er  ; 

Pain  and  scorn  oppress  no  more. 

2  Now,  no  more  foreboding  dread 
Shades  the  path  thy  feet  must  tread  ; 
No  more  fear,  lest  in  thine  hour 
Pain  should  patience  overpower. 

On  the  perfect  sacrifice 
Not  a  stain  of  weakness  lies. 

3  Champion  !  lay  thine  armor  by  ; 
'T  is  thine  hour  of  victory  ! 
All  thy  toils  are  now  o'erpast  ; 
Thou  hast  found  thy  rest  at  last  ; 
All  hath  faithfully  been  done, 
And  the  world's  salvation  won. 


HIS    RESURRECTION. 

137.  P.M.  H.Ware. 

EASTER    HYMN. 

1  Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  cannot  die. 

Vain  were  the  terrors  that  gathered  around  him, 
And  short  the  dominion  of  death  and  the  grave  ; 
He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that  bound 

him, 
Resplendent  in  glory,  to  live  and  to  save. 
Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high,  — 
"  The  Saviour  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not 
die." 

2  Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy  ; 
The  being  he  gave  us  death  cannot  destroy. 

Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to-morrow, 
If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death  were  our 

end  ; 
But  Jesus  hath  cheered  the  dark  valley  of  sorrow, 
And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend. 
Lift,  then,  your  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not  die. 

138.  6  &  4s.  M.  Anonymous. 

"  LET    THERE    BE    LIGHT  !  " 

1  On  earth  was  darkness  spread, 

One  boundless  night  ; 
"  Let  there  be  light,"  God  said,  — 
And  there  was  light ! 

2  There  hung  a  deeper  gloom 

O'er  quick  and  dead, 
But  Jesus  burst  the  tomb, 
And  darkness  fled. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

God  by  his  word  arrayed 

Darkness  with  light  ; 
God  by  his  Son  displayed 

Day  without  night. 

For  thee,  O  man,  arose 

Creation's  ray  ; 
For  thee,  too,  brighter  glows 

Salvation's  day. 

The  beams  first  poured  on  earth 

For  mortals  shone  ; 
The  light  of  later  birth 

Immortals  own. 


IV.    HYMNS  OF  COMMUNION. 


139.  C  M.  Montgomery, 

"in  remembrance  of  me." 

1  According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 
And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice  ! 
I  must  remember  thee  :  — 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse,  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 
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HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 
140.  P.  M.  Whittier. 

WATCHING    WITH    JESUS. 

1  O  Thou,  who  in  the  garden's  shade 

Didst  wake  thy  weary  ones  again, 
Who  slumbered  at  that  fearful  hour, 
Forgetful  of  thy  pain,  — 

2  Bend  o'er  us  now,  as  over  them, 

And  set  our  sleep-bound  spirits  free, 
Nor  leave  us  slumbering  in  the  watch 
Our  souls  should  keep  with  thee  ! 


141.  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

STRENGTH    FROM    THE    CROSS. 

1  "  It  is  finished  !  "  Man  of  sorrows  ! 
From  thy  cross  our  frailty  borrows 

Strength  to  bear  and  conquer  thus. 

2  While  upon  that  cross  we  view  thee, 
Mighty  Sufferer  !  draw  us  to  thee  ; 

Sufferer  victorious ! 

3  Not  in  vain  for  us  uplifted, 
Man  of  sorrows,  wonder-gifted  ! 

May  that  sacred  emblem  be  ; 

4  Lifted  high  amid  the  ages, 
Guide  of  heroes,  saints,  and  sages, 

May  it  guide  us  still  to  thee  ! 

5  Still  to  thee  !  whose  love  unbounded 
Sorrow's  depths  for  us  has  sounded, 

Perfected  by  conflicts  sore. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

6   Honored  be  thy  cross  for  ever  ; 
Star,  that  points  our  high  endeavour 
Whither  thou  hast  gone  before  ! 


142.  6&10s.  M.  *  Mrs.  Miles. 

LOOKING    UNTO    JESUS. 

1  It  was  no  path  of  flowers, 
Which  through  this  world  of  ours, 

Beloved  of  the  Father,  thou  didst  tread  ; 
And  shall  we  in  dismay- 
Shrink  from  the  narrow  way, 

When  clouds  and  darkness  are  around  it  spread  ? 

2  O  Thou,  who  art  our  life, 
Be  with  us  through  the  strife  ; 

Thy  holy  head  by  earth's  fierce  storms  was  bowed  ; 

Raise  thou  our  eyes  above, 

To  see  a  Father's  love 
Beam,  like  a  bow  of  promise,  through  the  cloud. 

3  And,  O,  if  thoughts  of  gloom 
Should  hover  o'er  the  tomb, 

That  light  of  love  our  guiding  star  shall  be  ; 

Our  spirits  shall  not  dread 

The  shadowy  way  to  tread, 
Friend,   Guardian,   Saviour,  which  doth  lead  to 
thee. 

143,  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

"MADE    PERFECT    THROUGH    SUFFERING." 

l    Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  temptation's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 
Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour  ; 


HYMNS     OF    COMMUNION. 

Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray  ! 

Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 
View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  ; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall  ! 
O  the  griefs  his  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss  ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross  ! 

Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 
There,  admiring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 
Love's  own  sacrifice  complete  ; 
"  It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die  ! 


144.  7s.  M.  *Wreford. 

STRENGTH    THROUGH    CHRIST'S    SUFFERINGS. 

1  When  my  love  to  Christ  grows  weak, 
When  for  deeper  faith  I  seek, 

Then  in  thought  I  go  to  thee, 
Garden  of  Gethsemane  ! 

2  There  I  walk  amid  the  shades 
While  the  lingering  twilight  fades, 
See  that  suffering,  friendless  One 
Weeping,  praying  there  alone. 

3  When  my  love  for  Christ  grows  weak, 
When  for  stronger  faith  I  seek, 

Hill  of  Calvary  !   I  go 

To  thy  scenes  of  fear  and  woe  ;  — 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

4  There  behold  his  agony, 
Suffered  on  the  bitter  tree  ; 
See  his  anguish,  see  his  faith  ; 
Love  triumphant  still  in  death. 

5  Then  to  life  I  turn  again, 
Learning  all  the  worth  of  pain, 
Learning  all  the  might  that  lies 
In  a  full  self-sacrifice. 

145.  8  &  7s.  M.  Bowring. 

GLORYING    IN    THE    CROSS. 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  we  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  us, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy  ; 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  us, 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy  ! 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  our  way  ; 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  we  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

146.  L.  M.  E.  Taylor. 

LOOKING    TO    JESUS. 

i    If  love,  the  noblest,  purest,  best, 
If  truth,  all  other  truth  above, 
May  claim  return  from  every  breast, 
O,  surely  Jesus  claims  our  love  ! 

2  There  's  not  a  hope  with  comfort  fraught, 
Triumphant  over  death  and  time, 

But  Jesus  mingles  in  that  thought, 
Forerunner  of  our  course  sublime. 

3  His  image  meets  us  in  the  hour 
Of  joy,  and  brightens  every  smile  ; 
We  see  him,  when  the  tempests  lower, 
Each  terror  soothe,  each  grief  beguile. 

4  We  see  him  in  the  daily  round 
Of  social  duty,  mild  and  meek  ; 

With  him  we  tread  the  hallowed  ground, 
Communion  with  our  God  to  seek. 

5  We  see  his  pitying,  gentle  eye, 
When  lonely  want  appeals  for  aid  ; 
We  hear  him  in  the  frequent  sigh, 

That  mourns  the  waste  that  sin  has  made. 

6  We  meet  him  at  the  lowly  tomb, 
And  weep  where  Jesus  wept  before  ; 
And  there,  above  the  grave's  dark  gloom, 
We  see  him  rise,  —  and  weep  no  more. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 
147.  L.  M.  *Watts. 

THE    DIVINE    EXAMPLE. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  may  I  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
And,  by  the  paths  which  thou  hast  trod, 
Press  on  to  holiness  and  God. 


148.  7s.  M.  Gaskell. 

STRENGTH    FROM    JESUS. 

l    When  arise  the  thoughts  of  sin, 

When  the  world  our  hearts  would  win, 
When,  to  selfish  pleasure  given, 
Droops  the  love  that  blooms  for  heaven  ; 
Lord  we  would  remember  thee,  — 
Thou  wilt  our  Redeemer  be. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

When,  with  footsteps  faint  and  slow. 
Duty's  upward  path  we  go  ; 
When,  by  toils  and  hardship  pressed, 
Round  we  turn  to  look  for  rest  ; 
Lord,  we  would  remember  thee, 
Thou  our  Guide  and  Strength  wilt  be. 

When  the  way  grows  dark  and  drear, 
When,  beset  by  doubt  and  fear, 
We  can  see  no  beam  of  light 
Struggling  through  the  thickening  night  ; 
Lord,  we  would  remember  thee, 
Thou  our  Comforter  wilt  be. 


149.  C.  M.  Gaskell. 

FOLLOWING    AFTER    JESUS. 

1  In  vain  we  thus  recall  to  mind 

The  cross  our  Master  bore, 
Unless  a  holier  strength  we  find, 
And  love  his  spirit  more. 

2  May  we,  like  him,  though  thanked  with  ill, 

Insulted,  and  withstood, 
In  hope  and  patience  labor  still 
To  do  our  brethren  good. 

3  Like  him  may  we,  unmurmuring,  go 

Our  heaven-appointed  way, 
And  learn,  'midst  gathering  storms  of  woe, 
u  God's  will  be  done  !  *'  to  say. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 
150.  lis.  M.  Whittier. 

CHRIST    PRESENT    IN    THE    SPIRIT. 

1  O,  what  though  our  feet  may  not  tread  where 

Christ  trod, 
Nor  our  ears  hear  the  dashing  of  Galilee's  flood, 
Nor  our  eyes  see  the  cross  that  he  bowed  him 

to  bear, 
Nor  our  knees  press  Gethsemane's  garden  of 

prayer  ? 

2  Yet,  loved  of  the  Father,  thy  spirit  is  near 
To  the  meek  and  the  lowly  and  penitent  here  ; 
And  the  voice  of  thy  love  is  the  same,  even  now, 
As  at  Bethany's  tomb,  or  on  Olivet's  brow. 

3  O,  the  Outward  has  gone,  but  in  glory  and  power 
The  Spirit  surviveth  the  things  of  an  hour  ; 
Unchanged,  undecaying,  its  Pentecost  flame 
On  the  heart's  secret  altar  is  burning,  the  same. 

151.  CM.  E.Taylor. 

"  I  PRAY  NOT  FOR  THESE  ALONE." 

1  "  O,  not  for  these  alone  I  pray," 

The  dying  Saviour  said  ; 
Though  on  his  breast  that  moment  lay 
The  loved  disciple's  head  ; 

2  Though  to  his  eye  that  moment  sprung 

The  kind,  the  pitying  tear 
For  those  that  eager  round  him  hung, 
His  words  of  love  to  hear. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

3  No,  not  for  them  alone  he  prayed,  — 

For  all  of  mortal  race, 
Whene'er  their  fervent  prayer  is  made, 
Where'er  their  dwelling-place. 

4  Sweet  is  the  thought,  when  here  we  meet, 

His  feast  of  love  to  share  ; 
And,  'mid  the  toils  of  life,  how  sweet 
The  memory  of  his  prayer  ! 

152.  L.  M.  Gaskell. 

BEARING    WITH    US    THE    DYING    OF    JESUS. 

1  Not  in  this  simple  rite  alone 

May  Calvary's  cross  to  us  be  shown  ; 
But  may  we  turn,  in  many  an  hour, 
To  feel  its  soul-constraining  power. 

2  When  indolence  would  have  its  will, 
And  selfish  ease  cries  out,  "  Be  still," 
Then  to  the  Saviour  may  we  look, 
And  feel  the  strength  of  his  rebuke. 

3  When  men  have  done  us  cruel  wrong, 
And  angry  thoughts  are  rising  strong, 
May  we  with  softened  hearts  turn  here, 
And  learn  the  Lord's  forgiving  prayer. 

4  When  sin  looks  tempting  in  our  eyes, 
May  Jesus  on  the  cross  arise, 

And  ask  if  we  will  him  forsake, 

And  wear  the  chains  he  died  to  break. 

5  When  pain,  or  sickness,  or  distress, 
Our  fainting  souls  would  overpress, 
To  him  on  Calvary  looking  still, 

May  we  find  strength  to  bear  God's  will. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 


153.  7s.  M.  Pratt's  Coll. 

BREAD    OF    HEAVEN. 

1  Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  bread. 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 
Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give  ; 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died, 
Lord  of  life,  O,  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee  ! 


lo4.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    PRESENCE    OF    JESUS. 

i    When,  blest  Redeemer,  thou  art  near, 
The  soul  enjoys  a  sacred  peace  ; 
Thy  gracious  look  calms  every  fear, 
Thou  canst  from  every  doubt  release. 

2  Be  with  us  now,  in  truth  and  love, 
In  strength  that  conquers  every  sin  ; 
O,  cleanse,  and  bless,  and  lift  above, 
And  may  thy  cross  our  hearts  still  win. 

3  In  suffering  may  we  strength  receive 
From  memory  of  thy  victory  won  ; 

In  doubt  our  drooping  hopes  revive  ;  — » 
Thus  be  thy  presence  with  us  shown  ! 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 


Be  ever  near  our  spirits,  Lord, 

And  drawn  by  sympathy  may  we 

Still,  through  thy  cross,  thy  life,  thy  word, 

In  faith  and  love  come  near  to  thee  ! 


155.  S.  M.  Methodist. 

PRESENCE    OF    JESUS. 

i    Not  in  the  name  of  pride 

Or  selfishness  we  're  met ; 
From  wrorldly  paths  we  turn  aside, 

And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

2  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim  ! 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be. 
Assembled  in  thy  name. 

3  Present  we  know  thou  art  ; 
But,  O,  thyself  reveal  ! 

Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 
Thy  peace  and  gladness  feel ! 

4  O,  may  thy  quickening  voice 
The  death  of  sin  remove  ; 

And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice 
In  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 

156.  10s.  M.  T.  Parker. 

CHRIST    THE    WAY,    THE    TRUTH,    AND    THE    LIFE. 

l    O  thou  great  Friend  to  all  the  sons  of  men, 
Who  once  appeared  in  humblest  guise  below, 
Sin  to  rebuke,  to  break  the  captive's  chain, 
And  call  thy  brethren  forth  from  want  and  woe  ; 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

2  We  look  to  thee ;  thy  truth  is  still  the  Light 
Which  guides  the  nations,  groping  on  their  way, 
Stumbling  and  falling  in  disastrous  night, 

Yet  hoping  ever  for  the  perfect  day. 

3  Yes  !  thou  art  still  the  Life  ;  thou  art  the  Way 
The  holiest  know  ;  —  Light,  Life,  and  Way  of 

heaven  ! 
And  they  who  dearest  hope,  and  deepest  pray, 
Toil  by  the  light,  life,  way,  which  thou  hast 

given. 

157.  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

ONE  IN    CHRIST. 

1  A  holy  air  is  breathing  round, 

A  fragrance  from  above  ; 
Be  every  soul  from  sense  unbound, 
Be  every  spirit  love. 

2  O  God,  unite  us  heart  to  heart, 

In  sympathy  divine, 
That  we  be  never  drawn  apart, 
And  love  not  thee,  nor  thine  ; 

3  But,  by  the  cross  of  Jesus  taught, 

And  all  thy  gracious  word, 
Be  nearer  to  each  other  brought, 
And  nearer  to  the  Lord. 

158.  C.  M.  E.  Taylor. 

COMMUNION. 

i    O,  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love  ! 
Let  strife  and  hatred  cease  ; 
And  every  thought  harmonious  move, 
And  every  heart  be  peace. 
10 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

Not  here,  where  met  to  think  of  him 
Whose  latest  thoughts  were  ours, 

Shall  mortal  passions  come  to  dim 
The  prayer  devotion  pours. 

No,  gracious  Master,  not  in  vain 

Thy  life  of  love  hath  been  ; 
The  peace  thou  gav'st  may  yet  remain, 

Though  thou  no  more  art  seen. 

Thy  kingdom  come  !  we  watch,  we  wait, 

To  hear  thy  cheering  call  ; 
When  heaven  shall  ope  its  glorious  gate, 

And  God  be  all  in  all. 


159.  S  &  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

INVITATION. 

1  "  Come  who  will,"  the  voice  from  heaven, 

Like  a  silver  trumpet,  calls  ; 
"  Come  who  will,"  —  the  church  hath  given 
Back  the  echo  from  its  walls. 

2  Come,  to  rivers  ever  flowing 

From  the  high,  eternal  throne  ; 
Come,  where  God,  his  gifts  bestowing, 
In  the  church  on  earth  is  known. 

3  Heavenly  music  !  he  who  listens, 

Longing  for  his  spirit's  home, 
While  his  eye  with  rapture  glistens, 
Burns  to  say,  —  u  I  come,  I  come  !  " 


HYMNS     OF    COMMUNION. 

160.  11  &  10s.  M.  Anonymous. 

"  COME    UNTO    ME." 

1  Come   unto   me,  when   shadows    round   thee 

gather, 
When  thy  sad  heart  is  weary  and  distressed, 
Asking  for  comfort  from  thy  Heavenly  Father, 
Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Ye  who  have  mourned  when  the  spring-flowers 

were  taken, 
When  the  ripe  fruit  fell  richly  to  the  ground, 
When  the  loved  slept,  in  brighter  homes  to 
waken, 
Where  their  pale  brows  with  spirit-wreaths 
are  crowned. 

3  Large  are  the  mansions  in  my  Father's  dwelling, 

Glad  are  the  homes  that  sorrows  never  dim ; 
Sweet  are  the  harps  in  holy  music  swelling, 
Soft  are  the  tones  which  raise  the  heavenly 
hymn. 

4  There,  like  an  Eden  blossoming  in  gladness, 

Bloom  the  fair  flowers  the  earth  too  rudely 
pressed  ; 
Come  unto  me,  all  ye  who  droop  in  sadness, 
Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

161.  8,  7,  &4s.  M.  Methodist. 

THE    WEARY    AND    HEAVY-LADEN. 

1  Come  to  Jesus,  O  my  brothers, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save*  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  ; 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  —  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 
This  he  gives  you,  — 
'T  is  the  spirit's  struggling  beam. 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden  ; 

Wait  not,  —  't  is  your  Saviour's  call  ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all. 
Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

162.  11  &  10s.  M.  T.Moore. 

COME,    YE    DISCONSOLATE. 

i    Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish  ; 

Come,  at  the  shrine  of  God  fervently  kneel  ! 

Here    bring  your    wounded   hearts,   here    tell 

your  anguish  ; 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life  ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  living  and 
pure ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love  ;  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 


1(33.  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

PARTING    HYMN. 

i    Through  thee  as  we  together  came, 
In  singleness  of  heart, 
And  met,  O  Jesus  !  in  thy  name, 
So  in  thy  name  we  part. 

2  Nearer  to  thee  our  spirits  lead, 

And  still  thy  love  bestow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  spotless,  here  below. 

3  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless, 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

164.  P.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

BENEDICTION. 

l    The  peace  which  God  bestows 
Through  him  who  died  and  rose, 
The  peace  the  Father  giveth  through  the  Son, 
10* 


HYMNS    OF    COMMUNION- 

Be  known  in  every  mind, 
The  broken  heart  to  bind, 
And  bless  each  traveller  as  he  journeys  on. 

2  Ye  who  have  known  to  weep, 
Where  your  beloved  sleep  ; 

Ye  who  have  raised  the  deep,  the  bitter  cry, 

God's  blessing  be  as  balm, 

The  fevered  heart  to  calm, 
And  wondrous  peace  the  troubled  mind  supply. 

3  Ere  daily  strifes  begin 
The  war  without,  within, 

The  God  of  love,  with  spirit  and  with  power, 

Now  on  each  bended  head 

His  wondrous  blessing  shed, 
And  keep  us  all  through  every  troubled  hour. 


V.    CHRISTIANITY   AND    THE   KINGDOM   OF 
HEAVEN. 


165.  CM.  Gaskell. 

THE    HERALDS    OF    THE    CROSS. 

1  Forth  went  the  heralds  of  the  cross, 

No  dangers  made  them  pause  ; 

They  counted  all  the  world  but  loss, 

For  their  great  Master's  cause. 

2  Through  looks  of  fire,  and  words  of  scorn, 

Serene  their  path  they  trod  ; 
And  to  the  dreary  dungeon  borne, 
Sang  praises  unto  God. 

3  Friends  dropped  the  hand  they  clasped  before, 

Love  changed  to  cruel  hate  ; 
And  home  to  them  was  home  no  more  ; 
Yet  mourned  they  not  their  fate. 

4  In  all  his  dark  and  dread  array, 

Death  rose  upon  their  sight ; 
But  calmly  still  they  kept  their  way, 
And  shrank  not  from  the  fight. 

5  They  knew  to  whom  their  trust  was  given, 

They  could  not  doubt  his  word  ; 
Before  them  beamed  the  light  of  heaven, 
The  presence  of  their  Lord. 


CHRISTIANITY. 

6  O,  may  a  faith  as  true  be  ours, 
And  shed  as  pure  a  light 
Of  peace  across  the  darkest  hours, 
And  make  the  last  one  bright  ! 

166.  7s.  M.  *  J.  Johns. 

THE    PREACHERS    OF    THE    WORD. 

1  Thanks  to  God  for  those  who  came 
In  the  Saviour's  glorious  name  ; 
Who  upon  the  green  earth  trod 

But  to  teach  the  truth  of  God. 

2  For  the  great  Apostles,  first, 
Who  from  life's  endearments  burst, 
Following  to  the  cross,  and  then 
Leading  to  the  cross  again. 

3  For  the  next,  who  meekly  poured 
Willing  blood  to  serve  the  Lord  ; 
Those  who  bore  the  racks  of  pain, 
Felon's  death,  or  captive's  chain. 

4  Those  who  roamed  the  nations  o'er, 
Ever  teaching  Truth's  deep  lore, 
Those  who  wrought  for  liberty 
When  't  was  treason  to  be  free  ! 

5  Ye,  who  now,  in  better  days, 
Live  to  spread  your  Maker's  praise, 
Shedding,  each  man's  home  around, 
Light  that  consecrates  the  ground  ; 

6  Teachers  of  the  word  of  light 
Go  forth  in  your  Master's  might  ! 
Speed  your  embassy  where'er 
Life  has  grief,  or  death  has  fear. 


THE    GOSPEL. 


J (37.  S.  M.  Ancient  Hymns. 

THANKS    FOR    ALL    SAINTS. 

1  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 
Who  strove  in  Christ  to  live, 

Who  followed  him,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God^ 
Accept  our  thankful  cry, 

Who  counted  Christ  their  great  reward, 
And  yearned  for  him  to  die. 

3  They  all,  in  life  and  death, 
With  him,  their  Lord,  in  view, 

Learned  from  thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 


4   For  this  thy  name  we  bless, 
And  humbly  pray  that  we 

May  follow  them  in  holiness, 
And  live  and  die  in  thee. 


168.  S.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    WORD    OF    GOD. 

1  God  of  the  prophets'  power  ! 
God  of  the  gospel's  sound  ! 

Ride  glorious  on,  —  send  out  thy  voice 
To  all  the  nations  round. 

2  With  hearts  and  lips  unfeigned, 
We  bless  thee  for  thy  word  ; 

We  praise  thee  for  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  ascended  Lord. 


CHRISTIANITY. 

3  O,  may  we  treasure  well 
The  counsels  that  we  hear, 

Till  righteousness  and  solemn  joy 
In  all  our  hearts  appear. 

4  Water  the  sacred  seed, 
And  give  it  large  increase  ; 

May  neither  fowls,  nor  rocks,  nor  thorns, 
Prevent  the  fruits  of  peace. 

5  And  though  we  sow  in  tears, 
Our  souls  at  last  shall  come, 

And  gather  in  our  sheaves  with  joy, 
At  heaven's  great  harvest-home. 

169.  H.  M.  Doddridge. 

THE    GOSPEL. 

1  Mark  the  soft-falling  snow, 
And  the  diffusive  rain  ! 

To  heaven,  from  whence  it  fell, 
It  turns  not  back  again  ; 

Till,  watering  earth 

Through  every  pore, 

It  calls  forth  all 

Her  secret  store. 

2  Arrayed  in  beauteous  green, 
The  hills  and  valleys  shine, 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 
By  providence  divine  : 

The  harvest  bows 
Its  golden  ears, 
The  copious  seed 
Of  future  years. 


THE    GOSPEL. 

"  So,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 

"  My  gospel  shall  descend, 

Almighty  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend  ; 
Millions  of  souls 
Shall  feel  its  power, 
And  bear  it  down 
To  millions  more." 


170.  S.  M.  T.Moore. 

CHRISTIANITY. 

i    Behold  the  sun,  how  bright 

From  yonder  east  he  springs, 
As  if  the  soul  of  life  and  light 

Were  breathing  from  his  wings. 

2    So  bright  the  Gospel  broke 

Upon  the  souls  of  men  ; 
So  fresh  the  dreaming  world  awoke 

In  truth's  full  radiance  then. 


3  Before  yon  sun  arose, 

Stars  clustered  through  the  sky  ; 
But,  O,  how  dim,  how  pale,  were  those, 
To  his  one  burning  eye  ! 

4  So  truth  lent  many  a  ray, 
To  bless  the  Pagan's  night  ; 

But,  Lord,  how  faint,  how  cold,  were  they 
To  thy  one  glorious  light  ! 


CHRISTIANITY    AND 


171.  L.  M.  E.Taylor. 

THY    KINGDOM    COME. 

1  "  Thy  kingdom  come  !  "  The  heathen  lands, 
In  error  sunk,  thy  presence  crave  ; 

And  victims  bound  by  tyrant  hands 
Implore  thee,  Father,  come  and  save  ! 

2  "  Thy  kingdom  come  !  "  Each  troubled  mind 
In  doubt  and  darkness  calls  for  thee  ; 

For  thou  hast  eyes  to  give  the  blind, 
And  strength  to  set  the  captive  free. 

3  Thy  reign  of  peace  and  love  begin  ! 
Too  oft  the  Christian's  sacred  name 

Is  stained  by  wrath  and  shamed  by  sin  ; 
O,  come,  assert  the  gospel's  claim. 

4  O,  never  in  that  righteous  cause 

Our  hearts  be  slow,  our  voices  dumb  ; 

Upon  the  glorious  theme  we  pause, 

And  fervent  pray,  u  Thy  kingdom  come  !  " 

172.  C.  M.  Gaskell. 

THY    KINGDOM    COME  ! 

i    O  God  !  the  darkness  roll  away 
Which  clouds  the  human  soul, 
And  let  the  bright,  the  perfect  day 
Speed  onward  to  its  goal. 

2    Let  every  hateful  passion  die, 

Which  makes  of  brethren  foes  ; 
And  war  no  longer  raise  its  cry, 
To  mar  the  world's  repose. 


THE    KINGDOM    OF    HEAVEN. 

3  Let  faith,  and  hope,  and  charity 

Go  forth  through  all  the  earth  ; 
And  man,  in  heavenly  bearing,  be 
True  to  his  heavenly  birth. 

4  Yea,  let  thy  glorious  kingdom  come 

Of  holiness  and  love, 
And  make  this  world  a  portal  meet 
For  thy  bright  courts  above. 

173.  S.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

THE    COMING    OF   CHRIST    IN    POWER. 

1  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  here 
Our  path  through  wilds  is  laid  ; 

We  watch,  as  for  the  dayspring  near, 
Amid  the  breaking  shade. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  hosts 
Meet  on  the  battle-plain  ; 

The  patriot  mourns,  the  tyrant  boasts, 
And  tears  are  shed  like  rain. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  chains 
Are  still  upon  the  slave  ; 

Bind  up  his  wounds,  relieve  his  pains, 
The  pining  bondman  save. 

4  Hark  !  herald  voices  near 
Lead  on  thy  happier  day  ; 

Come,  Lord,  and  our  hosannas  hear  ; 
We  wait  to  strew  thy  way. 

5  Come,  as  in  days  of  old, 

With  words  of  grace  and  power  ; 
Gather  us  all  within  thy  fold, 
And  let  us  stray  no  more. 
11 


CHRISTIANITY    AND 

174.  6  &  4s.  M.  Anonymous. 

LET    THERE    BE    LIGHT. 

1  Thou,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight  ! 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  gospel  ray 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  day, 

"  Let  there  be  light  !  " 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight ! 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Light  to  the  inly  blind, 
O,  now  to  all  mankind 

"Let  there  be  light !  " 

3  Descend  thou  from  above, 
Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 

Speed  on  thy  flight  ! 
Move  o'er  the  waters'  face, 
Bearer  of  hope  and  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 

"  Let  there  be  light  !  " 

175.  C.  M.  T.Moore. 

THE    LATTER    DAY. 

l    Who  shall  behold  the  glorious  day, 
When,  throned  on  Zion's  brow, 
The  Lord  shall  rend  the  veil  away 
Which  hides  the  nations  now  ! 


THE    KINGDOM     OF    HEAVEN. 

When  earth  no  more  beneath  the  fear 

Of  his  rebuke  shall  lie  ; 
When  pain  shall  cease,  and  every  tear 

Be  wiped  from  every  eye  ! 

Then,  Judah  !  thou  no  more  shalt  mourn 

Beneath  the  heathen's  chain  ; 
The  days  of  splendor  shall  return, 

And  all  be  new  again. 
The  fount  of  life  shall  then  be  quaffed 

In  peace,  by  all  who  come, 
And  every  wind  that  blows  shall  waft 

Some  long-lost  exile  home. 


176.  L-  M.  Watts. 

Christ's  kingdom. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People,  and  realms,  of  every  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 


CHRISTIANITY  AND 


Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen  ! 


177.  P.  M.  *  Mrs.  Dana. 

THE    SUNLIGHT    OF    MERCY. 

1  The  sunlight  of  mercy  is  speeding  its  way, 

Far,  far  through  the  shadowy  gloom, 
Where  the  lands  that  in  death's  dark  obscurity  lay 
Are  bursting  the  bars  of  their  tomb. 

2  I  see  where  't  is  shedding  its  luminous  ray, 

Dispersing  the  shadows  of  night  ; 
And  the  wondering  nations  are  hailing  the  day, 
And  rejoice  in  its  glorious  light. 

3  Hallelujahs  are  sounding  melodiously  clear, 

Borne  sweet  from  the  isles  of  the  sea, 
And  the  lands  of  the  East  send  the  echo  afar, 
And  the  long-fettered  Pagan  is  free. 

4  And  the  Indian  who  roams  through  the  green, 

prairied  West, 
Now  heavenward  raises  his  eye, 
As  he  welcomes  with  joy  the  glad  tidings  of  rest 
In  a  home  far  away  in  the  sky. 

5  And  the  dark-visaged  son  of  the  African  wild 

Has  learned  of  the  Saviour's  dear  love, 
And  his  lion-like  nature  grows  tenderly  mild, 
As  he  hears  the  glad  news  from  above. 


THE    KINGDOM    OF    HEAVEN. 

6   O  sunlight  of  mercy,  speed  gloriously  on, 
And  spread  over  mountain  and  sea, 

Till  the  last  gloomy  shadow  of  darkness  is  gone, 
And  the  last  fettered  spirit  is  free. 

1/8.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

HYMN    OF    THE   CHURCH    TRIUMPHANT. 

1  Triumphant  Zion!  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead  ; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength  ! 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  ; 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
Thy  glories  shall  the  world  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread, 
No  more  shall  sin's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  Thy  God  on  high  has  heard  thy  prayer, 
His  hand  thy  ruin  shall  repair  ; 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

179.  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

DAUGHTER    OF    ZION. 

l   Daughter  of  Zion!  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 
11* 


CHRISTIANITY  AND 

\   Awake,  awake  !  put  on  thy  strength, 
Thy  beautiful  array  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  south,  "  Give  up  thy  charge,       , 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north  !  " 

4  They  come,  they  come  ;  —  thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

180.  8  &7s.  M.  J.  Newton. 

THE   CHURCH    EVERLASTING. 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2  On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

3  See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 

4  Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  to  assuage  ? 
Love,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 


THE   KINGDOM   OF  HEAVEN. 

181.  L.  M.  Whittier. 

CHRISTIANITY. 

1  O  fairest-born  of  Love  and  Light, 

Yet  bending  brow  and  eye  severe 
On  all  which  pains  the  holy  sight, 

Or  wounds  the  pure  and  perfect  ear,  — 

2  The  generous  feeling,  pure  and  warm, 

Which  owns  the  rights  of  all  divine, 
The  pitying  heart,  the  helping  arm, 
The  prompt  self-sacrifice,  are  thine. 

3  Beneath  thy  broad,  impartial  eye, 

How  fade  the  lines  of  caste  and  birth  ! 
How  equal  in  their  sufferings  lie 
The  groaning  multitudes  of  earth  ! 

4  Still  to  a  stricken  brother  true, 

Whatever  clime  hath  nurtured  him  ; 
As  stooped  to  heal  the  wounded  Jew 
The  worshipper  of  Gerizim. 

5  In  holy  words  which  cannot  die, 

In  thoughts  which  angels  leaned  to  know, 
Christ  gave  thy  message  from  on  high, 
Thy  mission  to  a  world  of  woe. 

6  That  voice's  echo  hath  not  died  ; 

From  the  blue  lake  of  Galilee, 
From  Tabor's  lonely  mountain-side, 
It  calls  a  struggling  world  to  thee. 


CHRISTIANITY    AND 


182.  CM.  H.  Martineau. 

CHRISTIAN    EQUALITY. 

1  All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth, 

Heirs  of  the  earth  and  skies  ; 
All  men  are  equal,  when  that  earth 
Fails  from  their  dying  eyes. 

2  God  greets  the  throngs  who  pay  their  vows 

In  courts  their  hands  have  made  ; 
And  hears  the  worshipper  who  bows 
Beneath  the  plantain  shade. 

3  'T  is  man  alone  who  difference  sees, 

And  speaks  of  high  and  low  ; 
And  worships  those,  and  tramples  these, 
While  the  same  path  they  go. 

4  O,  let  man  hasten  to  restore 

To  all  their  rights  of  love  ! 
In  power  and  wealth  exult  no  more, 
In  wisdom  lowly  move. 

5  Ye  great  !  renounce  your  earth-born  pride  ; 

Ye  low  !  your  shame  and  fear  ; 
Live,  as  ye  worship,  side  by  side  ; 
Your  common  claims  revere. 


183.  C   M.  BULFINCH. 

"that  they  may  be  one." 

l   Was  it  in  vain  that  Jesus  prayed 
For  those  he  came  to  save, 
When  darkly  o'er  His  path  was  laid 
The  shadow  of  the  grave  ? 


THE  KINGDOM   OF  HEAVEN. 

Hath  Jesus  loved  and  prayed  in  vain  ? 

O  doubting  heart,  be  still  ! 
Yet  holds  the  Lord  his  glorious  reign, 

Despite  of  wrong  and  ill. 

Though  nations  with  their  battle-cries 

Profane  the  Almighty's  name, 
Though  bigots  to  the  offended  skies 

Their  own  wild  wrath  proclaim,  — 

Thousands,  in  every  Christian  land, 

Have  never  bowed  the  knee 
In  worship  to  the  idol-band 

Of  strife  and  perfidy. 

And' these  are  one  ;  —  though  some  may  bend 

Before  the  Virgin's  shrine, 
While  others'  prayers  and  thanks  ascend, 

Father  !  alone  at  thine,  — 

Yet  they  are  one  ;  if  through  their  hearts 

The  soul  of  love  be  poured, 
As  swells  some  strain  of  various  parts, 

Yet  all  in  sweet  accord. 


184.  S.  M.  J.Johns. 

HUMAN    BROTHERHOOD. 

1  Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar, 
The  frantic  warrior's  call  ! 

Why  should  the  earth  be  drenched  with  gore  ? 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 

2  Want,  from  the  wretch  depart  ! 
Chains,  from  the  captive  fall  ! 

Sweet  mercy,  melt  the  oppressor's  heart,  — 
Sufferers  are  brothers  all. 


CHRISTIANITY    AND 

3  Churches  and  sects,  strike  down 
Each  mean  partition-wall  ! 

Let  charity  unkindness  drown,  — 
Christians  are  brothers  all. 

4  Let  love  and  truth  alone 
Hold  human  hearts  in  thrall, 

That  heaven  its  work  at  length  may  own, 
And  men  be  brothers  all. 


185.  CM.  Gaskell. 

PEACE. 

i    How  long,  O  Lord,  his  brother's  blood 
Shall  man  in  battle  spill  ? 
How  long  that  mandate  be  withstood, 
Which  cries,  "  Thou  shalt  not  kill  "  ? 

2  How  long  shall  glory  still  be  found 

In  scenes  of  cruel  strife, 
Where  misery  walks,  a  giant  crowned, 
Crushing  the  flowers  of  life  ? 

3  O,  hush,  great  God  !  the  sounds  of  war, 

And  make  thy  children  feel 
That  he,  with  thee,  is  noblest  far, 
Who  toils  for  human  weal  ;  — 

4  And  though  forgotten,  he  alone 

Can  be  a  Christian  true 
Who  would  his  foes  as  brethren  own, 
And  still  their  good  pursue. 


THE    KINGDOM    OP    HEAVEN. 

186.  7S.   M.  MlLMAN. 

HE  REBUKED  THE  WIND  AND  THE  SEA. 

i    Lord  !  thou  didst  arise  and  say 
To  the  troubled  waters,  "  Peace  !  " 
And  the  tempest  died  away  ; 
Down  they  sank,  the  foaming  seas, 
And  a  calm  and  heaving  sleep 
Spread  o'er  all  the  glassy  deep  ; 
All  the  azure  lake  serene 
Like  another  heaven  was  seen. 

2   Lord  !  thy  gracious  word  repeat 
To  the  billows  of  the  proud  ! 
Quell  the  tyrant's  martial  heat,- 
Quell  the  fierce  and  changing  crowd  ! 
Then  the  earth  shall  find  repose 
From  oppressions,  and  from  woes  ; 
And  an  imaged  heaven  appear 
On  our  world  of  darkness  here. 

187.  L.  M.  * 

THE    HOPE    OF    MAN. 

i    The  Past  is  dark  with  sin  and  shame, 
The  Future  dim  with  doubt  and  fear  ; 
But,  Father,  yet  we  praise  thy  name, 
Whose  guardian  love  is  always  near. 

2   For  Man  has  striven,  ages  long, 
With  faltering  steps  to  come  to  thee, 
And  in  each  purpose  high  and  strong 
The  influence  of  thy  grace  could  see. 


CHRISTIANITY    AND 

3  He  could  not  breathe  an  earnest  prayer, 
But  thou  wast  kinder  than  he  dreamed, 
As  age  by  age  brought  hopes  more  fair, 
And  nearer  still  thy  kingdom  seemed. 

4  But  never  rose  within  his  breast 
A  trust  so  calm  and  deep  as  now ; 
Shall  not  the  weary  find  a  rest  ? 
Father,  Preserver,  answer  Thou  ! 

5  'T  is  dark  around,  't  is  dark  above, 
But  through  the  shadow  streams  the  sun  ; 
We  cannot  doubt  thy  certain  love  ; 
And  Man's  true  aim  shall  yet  be  won  ! 

loo.  6s.  M.  Anonymous. 

BEHOLD,    HE    COMETH. 

1  Hark  !  through  the  waking  earth, 
Hark  !  through  the  echoing  sky, 
Herald  of  freedom's  birth, 
There  comes  a  glorious  cry. 

2  The  triple  chains  that  bind 
Fall  from  the  weary  limb, 

And  from  the  down-crushed  mind, 
As  soundeth  that  high  hymn. 

3  Unto  man's  waiting  heart 

It  saith,  —  u  Arise,  be  strong  ! 
Bear  thou  an  earnest  part 
Against  all  forms  of  wrong. 

4  "  Wouldst  live  in  earth  as  lives 
The  glorious  One  above  ? 

He  for  thy  model  gives 
Himself,  and  he  is  Love. 


THE    KINGDOM   OF  HEAVEN. 

5  "  Love  in  each  brother  man 
The  God  who  loveth  him  ; 
Revere  the  stamp  of  heaven, 
However  marred  and  dim. 

6  "  Bid  fear  give  place  to  love  ; 
Bid  doubt  and  passion  cease  ; 
Be  every  word  of  hate 

For  ever  hushed  in  peace." 

7  Sound,  sound  through  all  the  earth  ! 
Sound  through  the  echoing  sky  ! 
Proclaim  true  Freedom's  birth  ; 
Proclaim  the  Lord  is  nigh  ! 

189.  7s.  M.  *  Montgomery. 

THE    KINGDOM    OF    HEAVEN. 

1  God  made  all  his  creatures  free  ; 
Life  itself  is  liberty  ; 

God  ordained  no  other  bands 
Than  united  hearts  and  hands. 

2  Sin  the  primal  charter  broke,  — 
Sin,  itself  earth's  heaviest  yoke  ; 
Tyranny  with  sin  began, 

Man  o'er  brute,  and  man  o'er  man. 

3  But  a  better  day  shall  be, 
Life  again  be  liberty, 

And  the  wide  world's  only  bands 
Love-knit  hearts  and  love-linked  hands. 

4  So  shall  every  slavery  cease, 

All  God's  children  dwell  in  peace, 
And  the  new-born  earth  record 
Love,  and  love  alone,  is  Lord. 
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CHRISTIANITY    AND 

190.  P.  M.  H.  Ware. 

FREEDOM. 

1  Oppression  shall  not  always  reign  ; 

There  comes  a  brighter  day, 
When  freedom,  burst  from  every  chain, 

Shall  have  triumphant  way. 
Then  right  shall  over  might  prevail, 
And  truth,  like  hero  armed  in  mail, 
The  hosts  of  tyrant  wrong  assail, 

And  hold  eternal  sway. 

2  What  voice  shall  bid  the  progress  stay 

Of  truth's  victorious  car  ? 
What  arm  arrest  the  growing  day, 

Or  quench  the  solar  star  ? 
What  reckless  soul,  though  stout  and  strong, 
Shall  dare  bring  back  the  ancient  wrong, 
Oppression's  guilty  night  prolong, 

And  freedom's  morning  bar  ? 

191.  CM.  *  Whittier. 

THE    REFORMERS. 

i    O  pure  Reformers  !  not  in  vain 
Your  trust  in  human  kind  ; 
The  good  which  bloodshed  could  not  gain, 
Your  peaceful  zeal  shall  find. 

2    The  truths  ye  urge  are  borne  abroad 
By  every  wind  and  tide  ; 
The  voice  of  nature  and  of  God 
Speaks  out  upon  your  side. 


THE    KINGDOM    OF    HEAVEN. 

The  weapons  which  your  hands  have  found 
Are  those  which  Heaven  hath  wrought, 

Light,  Truth,  and  Love,  — your  battle-ground, 
The  free,  broad  field  of  Thought. 

O,  may  no  selfish  purpose  break 

The  beauty  of  your  plan, 
Nor  lie  from  throne  or  altar  shake 
Your  steady  faith  in  man. 

Press  on  !  and  if  we  may  not  share 

The  glory  of  your  fight, 
We  '11  ask  at  least,  in  earnest  prayer, 

God's  blessing  on  the  right. 


192.  8  &  7s.  M.  Cowper. 

THE    KINGDOM    OF   HEAVEN. 

1  Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken  ; 

O  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you  ; 
Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways  ; 
You  shall  name  your  walls  salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 

2  There,  in  undisturbed  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign  ; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Never  hear  of  war  again  ; 
God  shall  rise,  and,  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night  ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 

God  your  everlasting  light. 


VI.    THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 


193.  P.M.  Sp.  of  Psalms. 

THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

1  Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 

His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed, 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came,  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 

To  teach,  convince,  subdue  ; 
All  powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 
As  viewless  too. 

3  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  guest, 
While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  And  his  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 
That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear, 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

5  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  victory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  his  alone. 


SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES. 

6    Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 
Our  weakness  pitying  see  ; 
O,  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  worthier  thee. 


iy4«  S.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    SPIRIT    SAITH   "  COME  !  " 

1  The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 

Is  whispering,  "  Wanderer,  come  !  " 
The  Bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come  !  " 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !  " 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
O,  let  him  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  you  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  !  " 

Lord,  even  so  !  I  wait  thine  hour  ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  ! 

195.  7s.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

THE    PRODIGAL. 

l    Brother,  hast  thou  wandered  far 
From  thy  Father's  happy  home, 
With  thyself  and  God  at  war  ? 
Turn  thee,  brother,  homeward  come  ! 

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THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

2  Hast  thou  wasted  all  the  powers 
God  for  noble  uses  gave  ? 
Squandered  life's  most  golden  hours  ? 
Turn  thee,  brother,  God  can  save  ! 

3  Is  a  mighty  famine  now 

In  thy  heart  and  in  thy  soul  ? 

Discontent  upon  thy  brow  ? 

Turn  thee,  God  will  make  thee  whole  ! 

4  Fall  before  him  on  the  ground, 
Pour  ihy  sorrow  in  his  ear  ; 
Seek  him,  for  he  may  be  found, 
Call  upon  him,  for  he  's  near. 

196.  L.  M.  Beard's  Coll. 

TURN,   CHILD   OF   DOUBT. 

1  Turn,  child  of  doubt,  estranged  from  God  ! 
To  error's  joyless  waste  betrayed  ; 

No  light  will  there  illume  thy  road, 
No  friendly  voice  will  give  thee  aid. 

2  O,  turn,  and  leave  that  cheerless  waste  ! 
The  shade  of  death,  —  the  maze  of  woe  ! 
There  is  a  path  that  leads  to  rest,  — 

A  fount  of  life  is  given  below. 

3  Thy  friend,  thy  Lord,  from  heaven  revealed, 
The  lost,  the  erring,  to  recall, 

That  sacred  fountain  hath  unsealed  ; 
With  voice  of  love  he  speaks  to  all. 

4  He  bids  the  dying  wanderer  turn, 
To  walk  in  duty's  way,  and  live  ; 

He  speaks  to  wounded  souls  that  mourn, 
He  speaks,  —  to  heal  and  to  forgive. 


SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES. 

197.  7s.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

COME    HOME ! 

1  Soul  !  celestial  in  thy  birth, 
Dwelling  yet  in  lowest  earth, 
Panting,  shrinking  to  be  free, 
Hear  God's  spirit  whisper  thee. 

2  Thus  it  saith,  in  accents  mild,  — 

"  Weary  wanderer,  wayward  child, 
From  thy  Father's  earnest  love 
Still  for  ever  wilt  thou  rove  ?  " 

3  Turn  to  hope,  and  peace,  and  light, 
Freed  from  sin,  and  earth,  and  night  ; 
I  have  called,  entreated  thee, 

In  my  mercies  gentle,  free. 

4  Human  soul,  in  love  divine, 
Have  I  sought  to  make  thee  mine  ; 
Still  for  thee  good  angels  yearn  ; 
Human  soul,  wilt  thou  return  ? 

198.  C.  M.  Whittier. 

THE    CALL. 

l    O,  not  alone  with  outward  sign 

Of  fear,  or  voice  from  heaven, 
The  message  of  a  truth  divine, 

The  call  of  God,  is  given  ; 
Awakening  in  the  human  heart 

Love  for  the  True  and  Right, 
Zeal  for  the  Christian's  better  part, 

Strength  for  the  Christian's  fight. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Though  heralded  by  naught  of  fear, 

Or  outward  sign,  or  show  ; 
Though  only  to  the  inward  ear 

It  whisper  soft  and  low  ; 
Though  dropping  as  the  manna  fell, 

Unseen,  yet  from  above, 
Holy  and  gentle,  heed  it  well,  — 

The  call  to  Truth  and  Love. 


199.  Us.  M.  Anonymous. 

ACQUAINT    THEE    WITH    GOD. 

1  Acquaint  thee,  O  spirit,  acquaint  thee  with 

God, 
And  joy,  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on  thy 

road  ; 
And  peace,  like  the  dew-drop,  shall  fall  on  thy 

head, 
And  sleep,  like  an  angel,  shall  visit  thy  bed. 

2  Acquaint  thee,   O  spirit,   acquaint  thee  with 

God, 
And  he   shall  be  with   thee  when    fears  are 

abroad  ; 
Thy  safeguard  in  danger  that  threatens  thy  path, 
Thy  joy  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 

200.  S.  M.  J.  Johns. 

"  THOU  must  be  born  again." 

l    Thou  must  be  born  again  ! 

Such  was  the  solemn  word 
To  him  who  came  not  all  in  vain 

By  night  to  seek  his  Lord. 


PENITENCE. 

2  Thou  must  be  born  again  ! 
But  not  the  birth  of  clay  ; 

The  immortal  seed  must  thence  obtain 
Deliverance  into  day. 

3  Thou,  in  thy  inmost  mind, 
Must  own  the  same  control ; 

The  same  regenerating  wind 
Must  move  and  guide  thy  soul. 

4  Thou  canst  not  choose  but  trace 
The  steps  the  Master  trod, 

If  once  thou  feel  his  truth  and  grace, 
A  conscious  child  of  God  ! 

5  The  mortal's  birth  is  past  ; 
The  immortal's  birth  must  be  ; 

Seek  well  and  thou  shalt  find  at  last 
That  blest  nativity. 

201.  7s.  M.  *J.  Taylor. 

A   PENITENTIAL    HYMN. 

1  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love  ! 
Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 
Listen  to  thy  suppliant  ones, 
Thou,  to  whom  all  grace  belongs  ! 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 
Talents  wasted,  time  misspent  ; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent  ;  — 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 
Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  ;  — 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 
Filled  with  grief  and  shame  we  own  ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  bow, 
Seeking  strength  from  thee  alone. 

5  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love  ! 
Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 
O,  restore  thy  suppliant  ones, 
Thou  to  whom  all  grace  belongs  ! 

202.  10s.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    BROKEN   SHIELD. 

1  O,  send  me  not  away  !  for  I  would  drink. 
Even  I,  the  weakest,  at  the  fount  of  life  ; 
Chide  not  my  steps,  that  venture  near  the  brink, 
Weary  and  fainting  from  the  deadly  strife. 

2  Went  I  not  forth  undaunted  and  alone, 
Strong  in  the  majesty  of  human  might  ? 
Lo  !  I  return,  all  wounded  and  forlorn, 
My  dream  of  glory  lost  in  shades  of  night. 

3  Was  I  not  girded  for  the  battle-field  ? 
Bore  I  not  helm  of  pride  and  glittering  sword  ? 
Behold  the  fragments  of  my  broken  shield, 
And  lend  to  me  thy  heavenly  armor,  Lord  ! 


203.  C.    M.  FURNESS. 

THE    PENITENT    SON. 

l    O,  richly,  Father,  have  I  been 
Blest  evermore  by  thee  ; 
And  morning,  noon,  and  night  thou  hast 
Preserved  me  tenderly. 


PENITENCE. 


And  yet  the  love  which  thou  shouldst  claim 

To  idols  I  have  given  ; 
Too  oft  have  bound  to  earth  the  hopes 

That  know  no  home  but  heaven. 

Unworthy  to  be  called  thy  son, 

I  come  with  shame  to  thee, 
Father  ! — O,  more  than  Father,  thou 

Hast  always  been  to  me  ! 

Help  me  to  break  the  heavy  chains 
The  world  has  round  me  thrown, 

And  know  the  glorious  liberty 
Of  an  obedient  son. 

That  I  may  henceforth  heed  whate'er 

My  voice  within  me  saith, 
Fix  deeply  in  my  heart  of  hearts 

A  principle  of  faith,  — 

Faith  that,  like  armor  to  my  soul, 

Shall  keep  all  evil  out, 
More  mighty  than  an  angel  host, 

Encamped  round  about. 


204.  7s.  M. 

LORD,    HAVE    MERCY. 

i   Lord,  have  mercy  when  we  pray 
Strength  to  seek  a  better  way  ; 
When  our  wakening  thoughts  begin 
First  to  know  their  cherished  sin  ; 
When  our  weary  spirits  fail, 
And  our  aching  brows  are  pale  ; 
When  our  tears  bedew  thy  word  ; 
Then,  O,  then,  have  mercy,  Lord 


MlLMAN. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Lord,  have  mercy  when  we  lie 
On  the  restless  bed  and  sigh,  — 
Sigh  for  death,  yet  fear  it  still, 
From  the  thought  of  former  ill  ; 
When  the  dim,  advancing  gloom 
Tells  us  that  our  hour  is  come  ; 
When  is  loosed  the  silver  cord  ; 
Then,  O,  then,  have  mercy,  Lord! 

Lord,  have  mercy  when  we  know 
First  how  vain  this  world  below  ; 
When  its  darker  thoughts  oppress, 
Doubts  perplex,  and  fears  distress  ; 
When  the  earliest  gleam  is  given 
Of  the  bright  but  distant  heaven  ; 
Then  thy  strengthening  grace  afford 
Then,  O,  then,  have  mercy,  Lord  ! 


205.  L.  M.  Gaskell. 

SEEKING    STRENGTH. 

1  O  God  !  who  knowest  how  frail  we  are, 
How  soon  the  thought  of  good  departs  ; 
We  pray  that  thou  wouldst  feed  the  fount 
Of  holy  yearning  in  our  hearts. 

2  Let  not  the  choking  cares  of  earth 
Their  precious  springs  of  life  o'ergrow  ; 
But,  ever  guarded  by  thy  love, 

Still  purer  may  their  waters  flow. 

3  To  thee,  with  sweeter  hope  and  trust, 
Be  every  day  our  spirits  given  ; 

And  may  we,  while  we  walk  on  earth, 
Walk  more  as  citizens  of  heaven. 


INWARD    STRUGGLE. 

206.  L.  M.  Flint's  Coll. 

THE    STRENGTH    OF    THE    ERRING. 

1  Yes  !  prayer  is  strong,  and  God  is  good  ; 
Man  is  not  made  for  endless  ill ; 

The  offending  soul,  in  darkest  mood, 
Hath  yet  a  hope,  a  refuge  still. 

2  Thou,  God,  wilt  hear  ;  these  pangs  are  meant 
To  heal  the  spirit,  not  destroy  ; 

And  even  remorse,  for  chastening  sent, 
When  thou  commandest,  works  for  joy. 


207.  C.  M.  *Wreford. 

PRAYER    FOR    FAITH. 

1  Lord  !  I  believe  ;  thy  power  I  own, 

Thy  word  I  would  obey  ; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord  !  I  believe  ;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight, 
I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

3  Lord  !  I  believe  ;  but  oft,  I  know, 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak  ; 
Strengthen  my  weakness,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek  ! 

4  Yes,  I  believe  ;  and  only  thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief ; 
Lord  !  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow, 
Help  thou  my  unbelief ! 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


208.  C.  M.  Bartrum. 

MY    GOD,    REMEMBER    ME. 

1  O,  from  these  visions  dark  and  drear, 

Kind  Father,  set  me  free  ; 
I  struggle  yet  with  darkness  here,  — 
My  God,  remember  me  ! 

2  Refresh  my  drooping  soul  with  grace 

And  quickening  energy  ; 
Still  running,  toiling  in  the  race,  — 
My  God,  remember  me  ! 

3  Some  cheering  ray  of  hope  impart, 

Sweet  influence  from  thee  ; 
And  raise  this  feeble  drooping  heart,  — 
My  God,  remember  me  ! 

4  For  the  inheritance  in  light, 

On  trembling  wings  I  flee  ; 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears  I  fight,  — 
My  God,  remember  me  ! 

209.  C.  M.  MlLMAN. 
PRAYER  FOR  HELP. 

i    O,  help  us,  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need 
Thy  heavenly  succour  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  in  word,  in  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2    O,  help  us,  when  our  spirits  bleed, 
With  doubt  and  anguish  sore  ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
O,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 


INWARD    STRUGGLE. 

3  O,  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  O,  help  us,  Father  !  from  on  high  ; 

We  know  no  help  but  thee  ; 
O,  help  ns  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be  ! 


210.  7s.  M.  Russian. 

IN    DOUBT. 

1  Why,  thou  never-setting  Light, 

Is  thy' brightness  veiled  from  me  ? 
Why  does  this  unwonted  night 
Cloud  thy  blest  benignity  ? 

2  I  am  lost  without  thy  ray  ; 

Guide  my  wandering  footsteps,  Lord  ! 
Light  my  dark  and  erring  way 
To  the  noontide  of  thy  word. 


211.  C.  M. 


Humphries. 


GOOD    LORD,    REMEMBER    ME. 


i    O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 
I  lift  my  soul  to  thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me  ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart  ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
O,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day  ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

4  When  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

5  Wlien  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death 

I  wait  thy  just  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath,  — 
Good  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

6  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 

And  lift  my  soul  to  thee, 
Then,  with  the  saints  at  thy  right  hand, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me  ! 


JiiJio  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

LORD,    TO    WHOM    SHALL    WE   GO? 

l    When,  with  error  bewildered,  our  path  becomes 
dreary, 
And  tears  of  despondency  flow, 
When  the  whole  head  is  sick,  and  the  whole 
heart  is  weary, 
Despairing,  —  to  whom  shall  we  go  ? 


INWARD    STRUGGLE. 

2  When  the  thirsting  soul  turneth  away  from  the 

springs 
Of  the  pleasures  this  world  can  bestow, 
And  sighs,  for  another  and  flutters  its  wings, 
Impatient,  —  to  whom  shall  it  go  ? 

3  O,  blest  be  that  light  which   has   parted   the 

clouds, 

And  a  path  to  the  wanderer  can  show  ; 
That   pierces    the   veil   which  the   future  en- 
shrouds, 

And  tells  us  to  whom  we  should  go  ! 


213.  C.  M.  Bulfinch. 

HELP    THOU    OUR    UNBELIEF. 

1  Father,  when  o'er  our  trembling  hearts 

Doubt's  shadows  gathering  brood, 
When  faith  in  thee  almost  departs, 

And  gloomiest  fears  intrude, 
Forsake  us  not,  O  God  of  grace, 

But  send  those  fears  relief ; 
Grant  us  again  to  see  thy  face  ; 

Lord,  help  our  unbelief! 

2  When  sorrow  comes,  and  joys  are  flown, 

And  fondest  hopes  lie  dead, 
And  blessings,  long  esteemed  our  own, 

Are  now  for  ever  fled  ; 
When  the  bright  promise  of  our  spring 

Is  but  a  withered  leaf, 
Lord,  to  thy  truths  still  let  us  cling  ; 

Help  thou  our  unbelief ! 
13* 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

And  when  the  powers  of  nature  fail 

Upon  the  couch  of  pain, 
Nor  love  nor  friendship  can  avail 

The  spirit  to  detain  ; 
Then,  Father,  be  our  closing  eyes 

Undimmed  by  tears  of  grief ; 
And,  if  a  trembling  doubt  arise. 

Help  thou  our  unbelief ! 


214*  7S.    M.  FlJRNESS. 

CHRIST   WHO   STRENGTHENETH    ME. 

1  Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die  ? 
Who,  O  God,  my  guide  shall  be  ? 
Who  shall  lead  thy  child  to  thee  ? 

2  Blessed  Father,  gracious  One, 
Thou  hast  sent  thy  holy  Son  ; 
He  will  give  the  light  I  need, 
He  my  trembling  steps  will  lead. 

3  Through  this  world,  uncertain,  dim, 
Let  me  ever  lean  on  him  ; 

From  his  precepts  wisdom  draw, 
Make  his  life  my  solemn  law. 

4  Thus  in  deed,  and  thought,  and  word, 
Led  by  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord, 

In  my  weakness,  thus  shall  I 
Learn  to  live  and  learn  to  die  : 

5  Learn  to  live  in  peace  and  love, 
Like  the  perfect  ones  above  ;  — 
Learn  to  die  without  a  fear, 
Feeling  thee,  my  Father,  near. 


INWARD     STRUGGLE. 


215.  L*  M.  Anonymous. 

ANGELS  FROM  HEAVEN  STRENGTHENING  HIM. 

1  When  in  thine  hour  of  conflict,  Lord, 
The  tempter  to  thy  soul  was  nigh, 

Or  when  that  bitter  cup  was  poured 
In  thy  deep  garden-agony,  — 

2  Not  then,  when  uttermost  thy  need, 
Seemed  light  across  thy  soul  to  break ; 
No  seraph  form  was  seen  to  speed, 
Nor  yet  the  voice  of  comfort  spake  ; 

3  Till,  by  thine  own  triumphant  word, 
The  victory  over  ill  was  won  ; 

Till  the  sweet  mournful  cry  was  heard, 
"  Thy  will,  O  God,  not  mine,  be  done  !  " 

4  Lord,  bring  those  precious  moments  back, 
When  fainting  against  sin  we  strain  ; 

Or  in  thy  counsels  fail  to  track 
Aught  but  the  present  grief  and  pain. 

5  In  weakness,  help  us  to  contend  ; 
In  darkness,  yield  to  God  our  will  ; 
And  true  hearts,  faithful  to  the  end, 
Cheer  by  thine  holy  angels  still  ! 


216.  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

IN    TEMPTATION. 

l    Hasten,  Lord,  to  my  release  ; 
Haste  to  help  me,  O  my  God  ! 
Foes  like  armed  bands  increase  ;  — 
Turn  them  back  the  way  they  trod. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  Dark  temptations  round  me  press, 
Evil  thoughts  my  soul  assail  ; 
Doubts  and  fears,  in  my  distress, 
Rise,  till  flesh  and  spirit  fail. 

3  Thou  mine  only  helper  art, 
My  redeemer  from  the  grave  ; 
Strength  of  my  desiring  heart, 
Father  !  Helper  !  haste  to  save  ! 


217.  11  &  10s.  M.  Anonymous. 

SPIRITUAL    BLESSINGS. 

1  Almighty  Father  !    thou  hast  many  a  blessing 

In  store  for  every  erring  child  of  thine  ; 
For  this  I  pray,  —  Let  me,  thy  grace  possessing, 
Seek  to  be  guided  by  thy  will  divine. 

2  Not    for    earth's    treasures,  for  her  joys    the 

dearest, 
Would  I  my  supplications  raise  to  thee  ; 
Not  for  the  hopes  that  to  my  heart  are  nearest, 
But  only  that  I  give  that  heart  to  thee. 

3  Imploring  thee  to  guide  and  guard  me  ever,  — 

Cleanse,  by  thy  power,  from  every  stain  of 
sin  ; 
Let  me  thy  blessing  ask  on  each  endeavour  ; 
And  thus  thy  promised  peace  my  soul  shall 
win. 


ASPIRATION. 


218.  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

THE    SOUL'S    REST. 

i   Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest, 

From  vain  pursuits  and  maddening  cares  ; 
From  lonely  woes,  that  wring  thy  breast, 
The  world's  allurements,  toils,  and  snares. 

2  Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul, 

From  all  the  wanderings  of  thy  thought ; 
From  sickness  unto  death  made  whole  ; 
Safe  through  a  thousand  perils  brought. 

3  Then  to  thy  rest,  my  soul,  return, 
From  passions  every  hour  at  strife  ; 
Sin's  works,  and  ways,  and  wages  spurn, 
Lay  hold  upon  eternal  life. 

4  God  is  thy  rest  ;  with  heart  inclined 
To  keep  his  word,  that  word  believe  ; 
Christ  is  thy  rest  ;  with  lowly  mind, 
His  light  and  easy  yoke  receive. 


219.  L.  M.  Moravian. 

SEEKING     GOD. 

i   Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 
Whose  depth  unfathomed,  no  man  knows  ; 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 
Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose. 
My  heart  is  pained  ;  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  find  rest  in  thee. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  Thy  secret  voice  invites  me  still 
The  sweetness  of  thy  yoke  to  prove  ; 
And  fain  I  would  ;  but  though  my  will 
Seem  fixed,  yet  wide  my  passions  rove  ; 
Yet  hindrances  strew  all  the  way  ; 

I  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  stray. 

3  'T  is  mercy  all,  that  thou  hast  brought 
My  mind  to  seek  her  peace  in  thee  ; 
Yet,  while  I  seek,  but  find  thee  not, 
No  peace  my  wandering  soul  shall  see. 
O,  when  shall  all  my  wanderings  end, 
And  all  my  steps  to  thee-ward  tend  ! 

4  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 
The  Lord  of  every  motion  there  ! 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  thee. 

220.  P*  M-'  Anonymous. 

LEAD    THOU    ME    ON ! 

i    Send  kindly  light  amid  the  encircling  gloom, 

And  lead  me  on  ! 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home  ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
Keep  thou  my  feet  :  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene  ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

2    I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  : 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;   but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  day's  dazzling  light,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will  :  remember  not  past  years  ! 


ASPIRATION. 

So  long  thy  power  hath  blessed  me,  surely  still 

'T  will  lead  me  on 
Through  dreary  doubt,  through  pain  and  sor- 
row, till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 


221.  L.  M.  Watts. 

DEVOUT    RETIREMENT    AND    MEDITATION. 

i    My  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  thy  voice  divine, 

"And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  strife  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 
222.  L.  M.  Moravian. 

ASPIRATION. 

1  O,  draw  me,  Father,  after  thee  ! 
So  shall  I  run  and  never  tire  ; 

With  gracious  words  still  comfort  me  ; 
Be  thou  my  hope,  my  sole  desire  ; 
Free  me  from  every  weight ;  nor  fear 
Nor  sin  can  come,  if  thou  art  near. 

2  From  all  eternity,  with  love 
Unchangeable  thou  hast  me  viewed  ; 
Ere  knew  this  beating  heart  to  move, 
Thy  tender  mercies  me  pursued  ; 
Ever  with  me  may  they  abide, 
And  close  me  in  on  every  side. 

3  In  suffering  be  thy  love  my  peace  ; 
In  weakness  be  thy  love  my  power  ; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
O  Father  !  in  my  latest  hour, 

In  death  as  life  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  draw  me  closer  to  thy  side. 

223.  L.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

SPIRITUAL   NEEDS. 

l    I  want  the  spirit  of  power  within, 
Of  love,  and  of  a  healthful  mind  : 
Of  power  to  conquer  every  sin  ; 
Of  love  to  God  and  all  mankind  ; 
Of  health  that  pain  and  death  defies, 
Most  vigorous  when  the  body  dies. 


SPIRITUAL    DESIRES. 

O,  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 
Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest, 
But  fix  in  me  his  constant  home, 
And  keep  possession  of  my  breast  ; 
And  make  my  soul  his  loved  abode, 
The  temple  of  indwelling  God  ! 


224.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

WATCHFULNESS. 

1  I  want  a  principle  within 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  find  it  near. 

2  I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 
To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience,  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 
Awake  my  soul,  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 

14 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

225.  S.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 

SPIRITUAL    WANTS. 

1  My  God,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 

With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do  ; 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 
A  self-renouncing  will, 

That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill  ; 

A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss, 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 

The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick-discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  bids  the  tempter  fly  ; 

A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

4  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim, 

Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name  ; 


SPIRITUAL    DESIRES. 

A  zealous,  just  concern 
For  thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 

5    I  rest  upon  thy  word  ; 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succour  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee  ; 

But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 


226.  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

THE    SOUL    THIRSTING    FOR   GOD. 

1  As  the  hart,  with  eager  looks, 
Panteth  for  the  water-brooks, 
So  my  soul,  athirst  for  thee, 
Pants  the  living  God  to  see  ; 
When,  O,  when,  without  a  fear, 
Lord,  shall  I  to  thee  draw  near  ? 

2  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
God,  thy  God,  shall  make  thee  whole  ; 
Why  art  thou  disquieted  ? 

God  shall  lift  thy  fallen  head, 
And  his  countenance  benign 
Be  the  saving  health  of  thine. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


227.  S.  M.  *  Montgomery. 

SEEKING    REST. 

1  O,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 

'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole  : 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  rest  for  which  we  sigh  ; 

'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  In  Thee  we  end  our  quest ; 
Alone  are  found  in  thee 

The  life  of  perfect  love,  —  the  rest 
Of  immortality. 


228.  C.  M.  Wesley. 

"  THERE    REMAINETH    A    REST    FOR    THE    PEOPLE    OF    GOD." 

1  Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 

To  all  thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone. 

2  A  rest,  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fixed  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O,  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in  ; 
Now,  Father,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 


SPIRITUAL    DESIRES. 

Remove  all  hardness  from  my  heart, 

All  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 

The  sabbath  of  thy  love. 


229.  S.  M.  Methodist. 

DESIRE    FOR    HOLINESS. 

i    That  blessed  law  of  thine, 

Father,  to  me  impart  ; 
The  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 

O,  write  it  in  my  heart  ! 

2  Implant  it  deep  within, 
Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove,  — 

The  law  of  liberty  from  sin, 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 

3  Thy  nature  be  my  law, 
Thy  spotless  sanctity, 

And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 
My  happy  soul  to  thee. 


230.  C.  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

SELF-RENUNCIATION. 

i    O  Lord  !  how  happy  should  we  be, 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest, 

And  feel  at  heart  that  one  above, 

In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best ;  — 

14* 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Could  we  but  kneel  and  cast  our  care 
Upon  our  God  in  humble  prayer, 

With  strengthened  spirits  rise  ; 
Sure  that  our  Father,  who  is  nigh 
To  hear  the  ravens  when  they  cry, 

Will  hear  our  earnest  cries  ! 

O,  may  these  trustless  hearts  of  ours 
The  lesson  learn  from  birds  and  flowers, 

And  learn  from  self  to  cease,  — 
Leave  all  things  to  our  Father's  will, 
And,  on  his  mercy  leaning  still, 

Find,  in  each  trial,  peace. 


231.  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

FOR    EVER    WITH    THE    LORD. 

i    For  ever  with  the  Lord  ! 

So,  Father,  let  it  be  ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

'T  is  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  thee  I  roam  ; 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high  ! 
Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 

At  times  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  I  hear  at  morn  and  even, 
At  noon  and  midnight  hour, 

The  choral  harmonies  of  heaven 
Earth's  Babel-tongues  o'erpower. 


SPIRITUAL    DESIRES. 

5  And  then  I  feel,  that  he, 
Remembered  or  forgot, 

The  Lord,  is  never  far  from  me, 
Though  I  perceive  him  not. 

6  For  ever  with  the  Lord  ! 
Father,  if  't  is  thy  will, 

The  promise  of  that  blessed  word 
Even  here  to  me  fulfil. 

7  Be  thou  at  my  right  hand, 
Then  can  I  never  fail  ; 

Uphold  thou  me,  and  I  shall  stand 
Help,  and  I  must  prevail. 


2>oZ,  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

HEAVEN. 

1  Heaven  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin  ; 
But  all  who  hope  to  enter  there 
Must  here  that  holy  course  begin, 
Which  shall  their  souls  for  rest  prepare. 

2  Clean  hearts,  O  God,  in  us  create, 
Right  spirits,  Lord,  in  us  renew  ; 
Commence  we  now  that  higher  state, 
Now  do  thy  will  as  angels  do. 

3  In  Jesus'  footsteps  may  we  tread, 
Learn  every  lesson  of  his  love  ; 
And  be  from  grace  to  glory  led, 
From  heaven  below  to  heaven  above. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


233.  L.  M.  Methodist. 

DESIRE    FOR    UNION    WITH    GOD. 

1  O  Love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ! 
All  pain  before  thy  presence  flies  ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 
Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arise  : 
O  Father,  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek,  but  thee  ! 

2  Unwearied  may  I  this  pursue, 
Dauntless  to  this  high  prize  aspire  ; 
Hourly  within  my  soul  renew 
This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire  ; 
And  day  and  night  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  the  sacred  treasure  there. 

3  O,  that  I  as  a  little  child 

May  follow  thee,  and  never  rest, 
Till  sweetly  thou  hast  breathed  a  mild 
And  lowly  mind  into  my  breast ; 
Nor  ever  may  we  parted  be, 
Till  I  become  as  one  with  thee. 

4  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way  ! 

How  wondrous  things  thy  love  hath  wrought  ! 

Still  lead  me,  lest  I  go  astray  ; 

Direct  my  word,  inspire  my  thought  ; 

And  if  I  fall,  soon  may  I  hear 

Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near. 


SPIRITUAL    DESIRES. 

» 

234.  7s.   M.  *  Newton. 

FOR    A    CHILDLIKE    SPIRIT. 

1  Quiet,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart  ; 
Make  me  loving,  meek,  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art  ; 
Make  me  as  a  little  child  ; 
From  distrust  and  envy*  free  ; 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleaseth  thee. 

2  What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide 
Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave  ; 

'T  is  enough  that  thou  wilt  care  ; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 

Knows  beneath  his  father's  eyes 

He  is  never  left  alone  ; 

So  would  I  with  thee  abide, 

Thou  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide  ! 

235.  S.   M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

WALKING   WITH    GOD. 

i    Father,  I  may  not  pray 

Freedom  from  earthly  ill ; 
But  may  thy  peace  be  o'er  my  way 

With  its  dove-pinion  still  ! 

2   O,  let  a  sense  of  thee, 

Of  thy  sustaining  love, 
My  bosom-guest  for  ever  be, 

Where'er  I  rest  or  move. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LITE. 

3  A  heavenly  light  serene, 
With  its  unfading  beams, 

Within  my  trusting  heart  be  seen, 
More  bright  than  childhood's  dreams. 

4  So  let  me  walk  with  thee, 
Thy  presence  round  my  way  ; 

Made  by  thine  aiding  spirit  free, 
Thy  love,  my  joy  and  stay. 


aoD.  L.   M.  Miss  Bremer. 

THIRST    FOR   LIVING    WATERS. 

1  I  thirst  !  —  O,  grant  the  waters  pure, 
Which  flowed  by  Eden's  rosy  bower  ; 
The  glorious,  fresh,  and  silver  stream, 
The  ever  young,  whose  flashing  gleam 
Once  before  angel  footsteps  rolled  ; 
Whose  sands  were  wisdom's  priceless  gold. 

2  I  thirst  !  —  O  bounteous  Source  of  Truth, 
Give  coolness  to  my  fevered  youth  ; 
Make  the  sick  heart  more  strong  and  wise  ; 
Take  spectral  visions  from  mine  eyes  ; 

O,  let  me  quench  my  thirst  in  thee, 
And  pure,  and  strong,  and  holy  be  ! 

3  I  thirst  !  —  O  God,  great  Source  of  Love  ! 
Infinite  Life  streams  from  above. 

O,  give  one  drop,  and  let  me  live  ! 
The  barren  world  has  naught  to  give  ; 
No  solace  have  its  streams  for  me  ; 
I  thirst  alone  for  heaven  and  thee. 


SPIRITUAL    DESIRES. 


2tO(m  P»  M.  Jones  Very. 

DESIRES    FOR    GOD'S    PRESENCE. 

i    Wilt  Thou  not  visit  me  ? 
The  plant  beside  me  feels  thy  gentle  dew  ; 

Each  blade  of  grass  I  see, 
From  thy  deep  earth  its  quickening  moisture  grew. 

2  Wilt  Thou  not  visit  me  ? 

Thy  morning  calls  on  me  with  cheering  tone  ; 

And  every  hill  and  tree 
Lend  but  one  voice,  the  voice  of  thee  alone. 

3  Come  !  for  I  need  thy  love, 

More  than  the  flower  the  dew,  or  grass  the  rain  ; 

Come,  like  thy  holy  dove, 
And  let  me  in  thy  sight  rejoice  to  live  again. 

4  Yes  !  Thou  wilt  visit  me  ; 

Nor  plant  nor  tree  thine  eye  delights  so  well, 

As  when,  from  sin  set  free, 
Man's  spirit  comes  with  thine  in  peace  to  dwell. 

238.  7  &  6s.  M.  Anonymous. 

ASPIRATION. 

l    Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ! 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  ! 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay  ; 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above  ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 

Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 
Both  speed  them  to  their  source  ; 

So  the  spirit,  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 

Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


239.  P.  M.  Sarah  F.  Adams. 

NEARER    TO    THEE. 

i    Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be,  — 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

2  Though,  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I  'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear, 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 


COMING    TO    GOD. 

Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 
Bright  with  thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 
Bethel  I  '11  raise  ; 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  — 
Nearer  to  thee  ! 

Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upwards  I  fly  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be,  — 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 


240.  S.  M.  Guion. 

LIVING    WATERS. 

1  The  fountain  in  its  source 
No  drought  of  summer  fears  ; 

The  farther  it  pursues  its  course, 
The  nobler  it  appears. 

2  But  shallow  cisterns  yield 
A  scanty,  short  supply  ; 

The  morning  sees  them  amply  filled, 
At  evening  they  are  dry. 

3  The  cisterns  I  forsake, 

O  Fount  of  life,  for  thee  ; 
My  thirst  with  living  waters  slake, 
And  drink  eternity. 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


241.  L.  M.  *  Mrs  Steele. 


SELF-CONSECRATION. 


i    Mr  soul  no  more  shah1  strive  in  vain, 
Slave  to  the  world,  and  slave  to  sin  : 
A  nobler  toil  I  will  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win  ! 

2  I  will  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers,  to  serve  the  Lord  ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  O,  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! 
Around  let  my  example  shine, 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

4  O,  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor,  wandering,  leave  his  sacred  ways  ; 
Great  God  !  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 


242.  L.  M.  J.  F.  Oberlin. 

SELF-CONSECRATION. 

1  O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart ; 
Henceforth  my  chief  desire  shall  be 
To  dedicate  myself  to  thee. 

2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
One  thought  shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy  ; 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee. 


SELF-CONSECRATION. 

3  Thy  glorious  eye  pervadeth  space  ; 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  fills  every  place  ; 
And,  wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  be, 
Still  shall  my  spirit  cleave  to  thee. 

4  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  spreading  wing, 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 

243.  C.  P.  M.  J.  E.  Roscoe. 

SELF-CONSECRATION. 

1  O  God,  to  thee,  who  first  hast  given 
To  mortal  frame  the  spark  of  heaven,     * 

I  consecrate  my  powers  ; 
Thine  is  its  hoped  eternity, 
And  thine  its  earthly  life  shall  be, 

Through  years,  and  days,  and  hours. 

2  Here  at  thy  shrine  I  bow,  resigned 
Each  struggling  passion  of  my  mind, 

With  all  its  hopes  and  fears  ; 
To  bend  each  thought  to  thy  control 
Is  the  one  wish  that  fills  my  soul, 

Through  all  my  future  years. 

244.  12s.  M.  *  Gaskell. 

THE   NEW    BIRTH. 

i    I  am  free  !  I  am  free  !  I  have  broken  away, 
From  the  chambers  of  night,  to  the  splendors 

of  day  ; 
All  the  phantoms  that  darkened  around  me  are 

gone, 
And  a  spirit  of  light  is  now  leading  me  on. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  Earth   appeareth  in    garments  of  beauty  new 

drest  ; 
Brighter  thoughts,  brighter  feelings,  spring  forth 

in  my  breast  ; 
Happy  voices  are  floating  in  music  above  ; 
All  creation  is  full  of  the  glory  of  love. 

3  God  of  truth  !  it  is  thou  who  hast  shed  down 

each  ray 
Of  the  sunshine  that  blesses  and  gladdens  my 

way  ; 
From  the  depths  of  my  spirit,  to  thee  will  I 

give 
Ever-thankful  affection,  as  long  as  I  live. 


245.  8  &  7s.  M.         Episcopal  Coll. 

SONG   OF    THE    REDEEMED. 

1  Father,  source  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ! 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  above  ; 
Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  love. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life  thus  far  I  've  come  ; 
Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 


THE    NEW    BIRTH. 

246.  S.    M.  BULFINCH. 

BORN    AGAIN. 

1  O  Lord  !  through  thee  we  own 
A  new  and  heavenly  birth, 

Kindred  to  spirits  round  thy  throne, 
Though  sojourners  of  earth. 

2  How  glorious  is  the  hour, 
When  first  our  souls  awake, 

Through  thy  mysterious  spirit's  power, 
And  of  new  life  partake. 

3  With  richer  beauty  glows 
The  world,  before  so  fair  ; 

Her  holy  light  religion  throws, 
Reflected  every  where. 

•    4    The  life  which  thou  hast  given, 
O  Lord  !  shall  never  end  ; 
The  grave  is  but  the  path  to  heaven, 
And  death  is  now  our  friend. 

247.  Us.  M.  Montgomery. 

GOD    OUR    SHEPHERD. 

i    The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I 
know  ; 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe  folded  I  rest  ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 
Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems  when 
oppressed. 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death  though 

I  stray, 
Since  Thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear  ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay  ; 
No  harm  can  befall  with  my  Comforter  near. 

In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread  ; 
With  blessings  unmeasured   my   cup    runneth 

o'er  ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head  ; 
O,  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more  ? 

Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God, 
Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  above  ; 
I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  thy  kingdom 
of  love. 


248.  7s.  M.  Sp.  of  the  Psalms. 

HE    SHALL    GIVE    HIS    ANGELS    CHARGE    OVER    THEE. 

1  They,  who  on  the  Lord  rely, 
Safely  dwell,  though  danger  's  nigh  ; 
Lo,  his  sheltering  wings  are  spread 
O'er  each  faithful  servant's  head. 

2  Vain  temptation's  wily  snare  ; 
They  shall  be  the  Father's  care  ; 
Harmless  flies  the  shaft  by  day, 
Or  in  darkness  wings  its  way. 

3  When  they  wake,  or  when  they  sleep, 
Angel  guards  their  vigils  keep  ; 
Death  and  danger  may  be  near, 
Faith  and  love  can  never  fear. 


TRUST    IN    GOD. 

^49.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    CHILD    OF    GOD. 

1  None  loves  me,  Father,  with  thy  love, 
None  else  can  meet  such  needs  as  mine  ; 
O,  grant  me,  as  thou  shalt  approve, 

All  that  befits  a  child  of  thine  ; 

From  doubt,  from  slavish  fear,  release, 

And  give  me  confidence  and  peace. 

2  Give  me  a  faith  shall  never  fail, 
One  that  shall  always  work  by  love  ; 
And  then,  whatever  foes  assail, 
May  they  but  higher  courage  move 
More  boldly  for  the  truth  to  strive, 
And  move  by  faith  in  thee  to  live. 

3  A  heart,  that,  when  my  days  are  glad, 
May  never  from  thy  way  decline, 
And  when  the  sky  of  life  grows  sad, 
May  still  submit  its  will  to  thine,  — 

A  heart  that  loves  to  trust  in  thee, 
A  patient  heart,  create  in  me. 

250-  L.  M.  Gaskell. 

FAITH    IN    GOD'S    LOVE. 

1  Father  !  we  humbly  would  repose 
Our  souls  on  thee,  who  dwell'st  above, 
And  bless  thee  for  the  peace  which  flows 
From  faith  in  thine  encircling  love. 

2  Though  every  earthly  trust  may  break, 
Infinite  might  belongs  to  thee  ; 

Though  friends  may  die,  and  friends  forsake, 
Unchangeable  thou  still  wilt  be. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  Though  griefs  may  gather  darkly  round. 
They  cannot  veil  us  from  thy  sight  ; 
Though  vain  all  human  aid  be  found, 
Thou  every  grief  canst  turn  to  light. 

4  All  things  thy  wise  designs  fulfil, 

In  earth  beneath,  and  heaven  above, 
And  good  breaks  out  from  every  ill, 
Through  faith  in  thine  encircling  love. 

251.  L.  M.  *dyer. 

ALL    THINGS    WORK   FOR    GOOD. 

1  We  all,  O  Father,  all  are  thine  ; 
All  feel  thy  providential  care  ; 

And,  through  each  varying  scene  of  life, 
Alike  thy  constant  love  we  share. 

2  And  whether  grief  oppress  the  heart ; 
Or  whether  joy  elate  the  breast  ; 

Or  life  still  keep  its  little  course  ; 
Or  death  invite  the  heart  to  rest  ;  — 

3  All  are  thy  messengers,  and  all 
Thy  sacred  pleasure,  Lord,  obey  ; 
And  all  are  training  man  to  dwell 
Nearer  to  heaven,  and  nearer  thee. 

252.  S.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

QUIET    FROM    GOD. 

l    Quiet  from  God  !  To  feel 

The  heavenly  rest  begin, 
The  peace  the  Spirit  doth  reveal  ; 

Quiet,  around,  within. 


TRUST    IN    GOD. 

2  It  deems  not  evil  gone 
From  every  earthly  scene  ; 

It  sees  the  lowering  storm  come  on, 
But  feels  his  shield  between. 

3  Care  o'er  life's  little  day 
The  heavy  cloud  may  roll  ; 

Light  o'er  its  darkest  folds  shall  play, 
The  sunlight  of  the  soul. 

4  O,  like  the  holy  ark, 

It  bears  the  peace  of  God 
Above  the  floods  and  waters  dark, 
And  o'er  the  desert's  sod. 

5  What  may  it  not  confer  ? 
Though  evil  minds  condemn, 

The  spirit's  peace  they  cannot  mar  ; 
She  may  speak  peace  to  them. 

6  Quiet  from  God  !  E'en  death 
Cannot  its  rest  destroy  ; 

'T  is  but  release  of  mortal  breath, 
For  an  immortal  joy. 


253.  7  &  6s.  M.  Wesley. 

TRUST. 

l    See  the  Lord,  thy  helper,  stand, 

Omnipotently  near  ; 
Lo  !  he  holds  thee  by  the  hand, 

And  banishes  thy  fear  ; 
Shadows  with  his  wings  thy  head  ; 
Guards  from  all  impending  harms  ; 
Round  thee  and  beneath  are  spread 

The  everlasting  arms. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2   God  shall  bless  thy  going  out, 

Shall  bless  thy  coming  in  ; 
Kindly  compass  thee  about, 

Till  thou  art  saved  from  sin. 
Lean  upon  thy  Father's  breast ; 
He  thy  quiet  spirit  keeps  ; 
Rest  in  him,  securely  rest  ; 

Thy  Guardian  never  sleeps. 

254.  S.  M.  J.  Wesley. 

RELIANCE. 

1  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  his  hands, 

To  his  sure  trust  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands  ; 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 
Whom  winds  and  seas  obey  ; 

He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 
By  self-consuming  care ; 

To  him  commend  thy  cause,  —  his  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

4  Then  on  the  Lord  rely, 
So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on  ; 

Fix  on  his  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 


TRUST    IN    GOD. 

255.  C.  M.  Alford. 

GOD    OUR    REFUGE. 

1  God  is  our  refuge  and  our  strength, 

When  trouble's  hour  is  near  ; 
A  very  present  help  is  he  ; 
Therefore  we  will  not  fear. 

2  Although  the  pillars  of  the  earth 

Shall  clean  removed  be, 
The  very  mountains  carried  forth, 
And  cast  into  the  sea  ; 

3  Although  the  waters  rage  and  swell, 

So  that  the  earth  shall  shake  ; 
Yea,  and  the  solid  mountain  roots 
Shall  with  the  tempest  quake  ; 

4  There  is  a  river  that  makes  glad 

The  city  of  our  God  ; 
The  tabernacle's  holy  place 
Of  the  Most  High's  abode. 

5  The  Lord  is  in  the  midst  of  her, 

Removed  she  shall  not  be  ; 
Because  the  Lord  our  God  himself 
Shall  help  her  speedily. 

6  The  Lord  our  strength  and  refuge  is, 

When  trouble's  hour  is  near  ; 
A  very  present  help  is  he  ; 
Therefore  we  will  not  fear. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


256.  S.  M.  Moravian. 


EE    OF    GOOD    COURAGE. 


i    Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ! 

Hope  and  be  undismayed  ! 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears  ; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  through  clouds  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 

Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  the  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  He  everywhere  hath  rule, 
And  all  things  serve  his  might  ; 

His  every  act  pure  blessing  is, 
His  path,  unsullied  light. 

4  Thou  comprehend'st  him  not  ; 
Yet  earth  and  heaven  tell, 

God  sits  as  sovereign  on  the  throne  ; 
He  ruleth  all  things  well. 

5  Thou  seest  our  weakness,  Lord, 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee  ; 

O,  lift  thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee  ! 

6  Let  us,  in  life  or  death, 
Boldly  thy  truth  declare  ; 

And  publish,  with  our  latest  breath, 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 


TRUST    IN    GOD. 

257.  S.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

REJOICE    IN    THE    LORD    ALWAY.  « 

1  Rejoice  in  God  alway  ; 

When  earth  looks  heavenly  bright, 
When  joy  makes  glad  the  livelong  day, 
And  peace  shuts  in  the  night. 

2  Rejoice  when  care  and  woe 
The  fainting  soul  oppress  ; 

When  tears  at  wakeful  midnight  flow, 
And  morn  brings  heaviness. 

3  Rejoice  in  hope  and  fear  ; 
Rejoice  in  life  and  death  ; 

Rejoice  when  threatening  storms  are  near, 
And  comfort  languisheth. 

4  When  should  not  they  rejoice, 
Whom  Christ  his  brethren  calls  ; 

Who  hear  and  know  his  guiding  voice, 
When  on  their  hearts  it  falls  ? 

5  So,  though  our  path  is  steep, 
And  many  a  tempest  lowers, 

Shall  his  own  peace  our  spirits  keep, 
And  Christ's  dear  love  be  ours. 

mOo,  S.  M.  *  Doddridge. 

GOD    WILL    PROVIDE. 

l    How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

And  trust  his  constant  care. 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  His  bounty  will  provide  ; 
Ye  shall  securely  dwell ; 

The  hand  that  bears  creation  up 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 

3  O,  why  should  anxious  thought 
Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 

O,  seek  your  Heavenly  Father  now, 
And  peace  and  gladness  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  for  all 
Unchanged  from  day  to  day  ; 

"We  '11  drop  our  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

259.  c.  M.  ;      cowper. 

THE    MYSTERIES    OF    GOd's    PROVIDENCE. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  vast  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  !  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense* 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 


TRUST    IN    GOD. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

260.  C.  M.  Merrick. 

"  HE    KNOWETH    WHAT    YE    HAVE    NEED    OF." 

1  Author  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee  ; 

Thine  ever  watchful  eye 
Alone  our  real  wants  can  see, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  In  thine  all-gracious  providence 

Our  cheerful  hopes  confide  ; 
O,  let  thy  power  be  our  defence, 
Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide. 

3  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 

Thy  mercy  still  supply  ; 
The  good  unasked,  O  Father,  grant  ; 
The  ill,  though  asked,  deny. 

«£()!.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

RELIANCE. 

l    Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene 
Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God  !  conducts,  unseen, 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  Thou  givest  with  paternal  care, 
Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  all  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 

3  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
On  thine  eternal  will  depend  ; 

And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 
Would  man  pursue  the  appointed  end. 

4  Be  this  my  care  !  —  to  all  beside 
Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be  ; 
Passion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 
And  fixed  rny  soul,  great  God  !  on  thee. 


i-U  — .  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

TRUST    IN    THE    LORD. 

1  When  grief  and  anguish  press  me  down, 

And  hope  and  comfort  flee, 

I  cling,  O  Father,  to  thy  throne, 

And  stay  my  heart  on  thee. 

2  When  death  invades  my  peaceful  home, 

The  sundered  ties  shall  be 

A  closer  bond,  in  time  to  come, 

To  bind  my  heart  to  thee. 

3  Lord,  not  my  will,  but  thine,  be  done  ! 

My  soul,  from  fear  set  free, 
Her  faith  shall  anchor  at  thy  throne, 
And  trust  alone  in  thee. 


TRUST    IN    GOD. 

263.  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

THY    WILL    BE    DONE. 

i    My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home  on  life's  rough  way, 
O,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done  ! 

2  Though  dark  my  path,  and  sad  my  lot, 
Let  me  be  still,  and  murmur  not, 

But  breathe  the  prayer  divinely  taught, 
Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done  ! 

3  What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved  no  longer  nigh  ? 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 

Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done  ! 

4  If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 

What  most  I  prize,  —  it  ne'er  was  mine,  — 
I  only  yield  thee  what  is  thine  ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done  ! 

5  Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 

In  life  or  death  teach  me  to  say, 
Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done  ! 

6  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day, 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
Whate'er  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

Thy  will,  my  God,  be  done  ! 


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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 
264.  L.  M.  Sarah  F.  Adams. 

THY    WILL    BE    DONE. 

1  He  sendeth  sun,  he  sendeth  shower ; 
Alike  they  're  needful  for  the  flower  ; 
And  joys  and  tears  alike  are  sent 

To  give  the  soul  fit  nourishment. 
As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ! 

2  Can  loving  children  e'er  reprove 

With  murmurs  whom  they  trust  and  love  ? 

Creator  !   I  would  ever  be 

A  trusting,  loving  child  to  thee  : 

As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 

Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ! 

3  O,  ne'er  will  I  at  life  repine  !  — 
Enough  that  thou  hast  made  it  mine. 
When  falls  the  shadow  cold  of  death, 
I  yet  will  sing  with  parting  breath, 
As  comes  to  me  or  shade  or  sun, 
Father,  thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ! 

265.  P.    M.  BOWRING. 

THY    WILL    BE    DONE. 

i    Thy  will  be  done  !     In  devious  way 
The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run  ; 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 

2    Thy  will  be  done  !    If  o'er  us  shine 
A  gladdening  and  a  prosperous  sun, 
This  prayer  shall  make  it  more  divine  :  — 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


TRUST    IN    GOD. 


Thy  will  be  done  !     Though  shrouded  o'er 
Our  path  with  gloom,  one  comfort,  one, 
Is  ours,  —  to  breathe,  while  we  adore, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


266.  L.  M. 


Mrs.  Gilman. 


A    FATHERS    CARE. 

i    Is  there  a  lone  and  dreary  hour, 

When  worldly  pleasures  lose  their  power  ;  — 
My  Father  !   let  me  turn  to  thee, 
And  set  each  thought  of  darkness  free. 

2  Is  there  a  time  of  racking  grief, 
Which  scorns  the  prospect  of  relief;  — 
My  Father  !  break  the  cheerless  gloom, 
And  bid  my  heart  its  calm  resume. 

3  Is  there  an  hour  of  peace  and  joy, 
When  hope  is  all  my  soul's  employ;  — 
My  Father  !  still  my  hopes  will  roam, 
Until  they  rest  with  thee,  their  home. 

4  The  noontide  blaze,  the  midnight  scene, 
The  dawn,  or  twilight's  sweet  serene, 
The  sick,  nay,  e'en  the  dying  hour, 
Shall  own  my  Father's  grace  and  power. 

267.  7s.  M.  Heber. 

CONSIDER    THE    LILIES. 

i    Lo,  the  lilies  of  the  field  ! 

How  their  leaves  instruction  yield  ! 
Hark  to  nature's  lesson  given 
By  the  blessed  birds  of  heaven  ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Every  bush  and  tufted  tree 
Warbles  trust  and  piety  : 
Children,  banish  doubt  and  sorrow, — - 
God  provideth  for  the  morrow. 

One  there  lives,  whose  guardian  eye 
Guides  our  earthly  destiny  ; 
One  there  lives,  who,  Lord  of  all, 
Keeps  his  children  lest  they  fall  : 
Pass  we,  then,  in  love  and  praise, 
Trusting  him,  through  all  our  days, 
Free  from  doubt  and  faithless  sorrow, 
God  provideth  for  the  morrow. 


268.  10s.  M.  Jones  Very. 

THE    SON. 

1  Father!  I  wait  thy  word .  The  sun  doth  stand 
Beneath  the  mingling  line  of  night  and  day, 

A  listening  servant,  waiting  thy  command, 
To  roll  rejoicing  on  its  silent  way. 

2  The  tongue  of  time  abides  the  appointed  hour, 
Till  on  our  ear  its  solemn  warnings  fall  ; 

The  heavy  cloud  withholds  the  pelting  shower,  — 
Then,  every  drop  speeds  onward  at  thy  call. 

3  The  bird  reposes  on  the  yielding  bough, 
With  breast  unswollen  by  the  tide  of  song  ;  — 
So  does  my  spirit  wait  thy  presence  now, 

To  pour  thy  praise  in  quickening  life  along. 


FAITH. 

269.  7S.    M.  BOWRING. 

"  FATHER  !    GLORIFY  THY  NAME  !  " 

1  Father  !  glorify  thy  name  ! 
Whatsoe'er  our  portion  be, 
Wheresoever  led  by  thee, 

If  to  glory,  —  if  to  shame,  — 
Father  !  glorify  thy  name  ! 

2  Let  thy  name  be  glorified  ! 
If  in  doubt  and  darkness  lost, 
Hope  deceived  and  purpose  crost, 
Naught  amiss  can  e'er  betide,  — 
Let  thy  name  be  glorified  ! 

3  Father  !  glorify  thy  name  ! 
Vain  and  blind  our  wishes  are  ; 
This  can  be  no  idle  prayer, 

This  can  be  no  worthless  claim,  — 
Father  !  glorify  thy  name  ! 

270.  L.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 

GOD    LEADS    US    RIGHT. 

1  Leader  of  Israel's  host,  and  Guide 
Of  all  who  seek  the  land  above, 
Beneath  thy  shadow  we  abide. 
The  cloud  of  thy  protecting  love  ; 

Our  strength  thy  grace,  our  rule  thy  word, 
Our  end  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

2  By  thine  unerring  Spirit  led, 
We  shall  not  in  the  desert  stray, 
We  shall  not  full  direction  need, 
Nor  miss  our  providential  way  ; 
As  far  from  danger  as  from  fear, 
While  love,  almighty  love,  is  near. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


271.  7s.  M.  *Cowper. 

THE    CROSS. 

1  'T  is  my  happiness  below 
Not  to  live  without  the  cross, 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss  : 

Trials  must  and  will  befall  ; 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all,  — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

2  God  in  Israel  sows  the  seeds 
Of  affliction,  pain,  and  toil  ; 

These  spring  up,  and  choke  the  weeds 
Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil  ; 
Trials  make  our  faith  sublime, 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer^ 
Lift  us  to  a  holier  clime, 
Make  us  strong  to  do  and  bear. 


272.  8  &  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

TAKING    UP    THE    CROSS. 

i    Saviour  !  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 
Though  by  all  things  else  forsaken, 
Thou  my  all  in  all  shalt  be. 

2    Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast  ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
Thou  canst  give  me  sweetest  rest. 


FAITH. 

3  Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 
Something  still  to  do  and  bear. 

4  Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 
Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  cross  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  lead  thee  there. 

273.  C.  M.    .  T.  Moore. 

FAITH. 

1  The  dove,  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies, 

Returning  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 
Where  idle  warblers  roam  ; 

2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light, 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 
Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

3  So  grant  me,  Lord,  from  every  snare 

Of  sinful  passion  free, 
Aloft,  through  faith's  serener  air, 
To  urge  my  course  to  thee. 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay, 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs  ; 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  on  her  wings. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


274.  CM.  Sarah  F.  Adams. 


HOPE. 


1  The  world  may  change  from  old  to  new, 

From  new  to  old  again  ; 
Yet  hope  and  heaven,  for  ever  true, 

Within  man's  heart  remain. 
The  dreams  that  bless  the  weary  soul, 

The  struggles  of  the  strong, 
Are  steps  towards  some  happy  goal, 

The  story  of  hope's  song. 

2  Hope  leads  the  child  to  plant  the  flower, 

The  man  td  sow  the  seed  ; 
Nor  leaves  fulfilment  to  her  hour,  — 

But  prompts  again  to  deed. 
And  ere  upon  the  old  man's  dust 

The  grass  is  seen  to  wave, 
We  look  through  falling  tears,  to  trust 

Hope's  sunshine  on  the  grave. 

3  O,  no  !  it  is  no  flattering  lure, 

No  fancy  weak  or  fond, 
When  hope  would  bid  us  rest  secure 

In  better  life  beyond. 
Nor  love,  nor  shame,  nor  grief,  nor  sin, 

Her  promise  may  gainsay  ; 
The  voice  divine  hath  spoke  within, 

And  God  did  ne'er  betray. 


FAITH. 


275.  C.  M.  Ch.  Register. 

FAITH    TRIUMPHANT    OVER    SORROW. 

1  Not  that  thy  boundless  love,  my  God, 

Sheds  blessings  on  my  way, 
And  gilds  as  with  a  heavenly  beam 

The  darkness  of  earth's  day,  — 
Not  now  for  breath  of  summer  flowers, 

The  smiles  of  sunny  skies, 
The  still,  small  voice  of  gratitude 

Shall  to  thy  ear  arise. 

2  I  bless  thee  for  the  ministry 

Of  sorrow's  lonely  hour, 
When  darkly  o'er  my  stricken  head 

I  see  the  storm-clouds  lower  ; 
Thy  love  can  still  the  billows'  roar, 

And  whisper,  "  Peace  ;  be  still  !  " 
While  faith  doth  on  thy  promise  rest, 

And  bless  the  Father's  will. 

3  The  shadow  and  the  storm  must  come  ; 

O,  grant  that  faith  divine 
Which  triumphs  o'er  the  might  of  grief, 

And  moulds  man's  will  to  thine  ! 
In  hours  of  deepest  gloom,  mine  eye 

One  blessed  ray  can  see  ; 
A  sunlit  side  that  cloud  must  have, 

Which  hides  thy  face  from  me. 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


276.  L.  M.  MissRoscoe. 

THE    BITTER    CUP. 

i    Thy  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 
The  fate  provided  by  thy  love  ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  shroud  me  here, 
1  know  that  all  is  bright  above. 

2  The  stars  of  heaven  are  shining  on, 
Though  these  frail  eyes  are  dimmed  with  tears  ; 
And  though  the  hopes  of  earth  be  gone, 

Yet  are  not  ours  the  immortal  years  ? 

3  Father,  forgive  the  heart  that  clings, 
Thus  trembling,  to  the  things  of  time  ; 
And  bid  the  soul,  on  angel  wings, 
Ascend  into  a  purer  clime  ! 

4  There  shall  no  doubts  disturb  its  trust, 
No  sorrows  dim  celestial  love  ; 

But  these  afflictions  of  the  dust, 
Like  shadows  of  the  night,  remove. 

5  That  glorious  life  will  well  repay 
This  life  of  toil  and  care  and  woe  ; 
O  Father  !  joyful  on  my  way, 

To  drink  thy  bitter  cup,  I  go. 


2tl 7.  S.  M.  Doddridge, 

WATCHFULNESS. 

l    Ye  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 

Each  in  your  office  wait, 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 

And  watchful  at  his  gate. 


WATCHFULNESS. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame  : 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight ; 
For  holy  is  his  name. 

3  Watch  !    't  is  your  Lord's  command  ; 
And  while  we  speak,  he  's  near  : 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 


278.  P.  M.  Whittier. 

"i    SAY    UNTO    YOU,  WATCH  !  " 

1  Shall  we  grow  weary  in  our  watch, 
And  murmur  at  the  long  delay, 
Impatient  of  our  Father's  time 

And  his  appointed  way  ? 

2  O,  oft  a  deeper  test  of  faith 

Than  prison-cell,  or  martyr's  stake, 
The  self-renouncing  watchfulness 
Of  silent  prayer  may  make. 

3  We  gird  us  bravely  to  rebuke 
Our  erring  brother  in  the  wrong  ; 
And  in  the  ear  of  pride  and  power 

Our  warning  voice  is  strong. 

4  Easier  to  smite  with  Peter's  sword 

Than  watch  one  hour  in  humbling  prayer  ; 
Life's  great  things,  like  the  Syrian  lord, 
Our  hearts  can  do  and  dare  : 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

But,  O,  we  shrink  from  Jordan's  side, 
From  waters  which  alone  can  save  ; 
And  murmur  for  Abana's  banks 
And  Pharpar's  brighter  wave. 


279.  L.  M.  Henry  Wotton. 

INDEPENDENCE. 

1  How  happy  is  he  born  or  taught 
Who  serveth  not  another's  will  ; 
Whose  armour  is  his  honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his  highest  skill  ; 

2  Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are  ; 
Whose  soul  is  still  prepared  for  death  ; 
Not  tied  unto  the  world  with  care 

Of  public  fame  or  private  breath  ; 

3  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 
More  of  his  grace  than  goods  to  lend, 
And  walks  with  man,  from  day  to  day, 
As  with  a  brother  and  a  friend  ! 

4  This  man  is  freed  from  servile  bands 
Of  hope  to  rise,  or  fear  to  fall  ; 
Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands, 
And  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 

280.  S.  M.  J.  Johns. 

PURITY. 

l    What  !  know  ye  not  that  ye 

The  temple  are  of  God  ? 
Revere  the  earth-built  shrine,  where  he 

Should  find  a  meet  abode  ! 


PURITY. CALMNESS. 

2  Immortal  man,  keep  pure 
Thyself,  that  mystic  shrine  ; 

Let  hate  of  all  that  's  dark  endure, 
And  love  of  all  divine. 

3  Let  saintly  thoughts  be  shown 
In  act  by  saintly  things  ; 

Like  glories  through  the  temple  thrown, 
From  cherub's  curtained  wings. 

4  Let  life,  a  holy  stream, 
Its  fountain  holy  show  ; 

Reflecting,  with  a  softened  gleam, 
Heaven's  purity  below. 


281.  S.  M.  Keble. 

THE    PURE    IN    HEART. 

i    Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart, 

For  they  shall  see  our  God  ; 
The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs  ; 

Their  soul  is  his  abode. 

2    Still  to  the  lowly  soul 

God  doth  himself  impart, 
And  for  his  temple  and  his  throne 

Doth  choose  the  pure  in  heart. 

282.  10s.  M.  Anonymous, 

"if  he  giveth  quiet,  who  can  make  trouble?" 

l    Quiet  from  God  !  how  beautiful  to  keep 
This  treasure,  the  All-merciful  hath  given  ; 
To  feel,  when  we  awake  and  when  we  sleep, 
Its  incense  round  us,  like  a  breath  from  heaven  ! 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  To  sojourn  in  the  world,  and  yet  apart  ; 

To  dwell  with  God,  and  still  with  man  to  feel  ; 

To  bear  about  for  ever  in  the  heart 

The  gladness  which  his  spirit  doth  reveal  ! 

3  Who  shall  make  trouble,  then  ?   Not  evil  minds, 
Which  like  a  shadow  o'er  creation  lower  ; 
The  soul  which  peace  hath  thus  attuned  finds 
How   strong   within    doth  reign  the  Calmer's 

power. 

4  What  shall  make  trouble  ?   Not  the  holy  thought 
Of  the  departed  ;  that  will  be  a  part 

Of  those  undying  things  His  peace  hath  wrought 
Into  a  world  of  beauty  in  the  heart. 

5  What  shall  make  trouble  ?     Not  slow-wasting 

pain, 
Nor   even   the   threatening,  certain   stroke    of 

death  ; 
These  do  but  wear  away,  then  break,  the  chain 
Which  bound  the  spirit  down  to  things  beneath. 


283.  L.  M.  MissRoscoe. 

CHARITY. 

i   O,  who  shall  say  he  knows  the  folds 
Which  veil  another's  inmost  heart,  — 
The  hopes,  thoughts,  wishes,  which  it  holds, 
In  which  he  never  bore  a  part  ? 
That  hidden  world  no  eye  can  see,  — 
O,  who  shall  pierce  its  mystery  ? 


CHARITY. 

There  may  be  hope  as  pure,  as  bright, 
As  ever  sought  eternity,  — 
There  may  be  light,  —  clear,  heavenly  light, 
Where  all  seems  cold  and  dark  to  thee  ; 
And  when  thy  spirit  mourns  the  dust, 
There  may  be  trust,  —  delightful  trust. 

Go,  bend  to  God,  and  leave  to  him 
The  mystery  of  thy  brother's  heart, 
Nor  vainly  think  his  faith  is  dim, 
Because  in  thine  it  hath  no  part  ; 
He,  too,  is  mortal,  —  and,  like  thee, 
Would  soar  to  immortality. 

And  if  in  duty's  hallowed  sphere, 

Like  Christ,  he  meekly,  humbly  bends, — 

With  hands  unstained,  and  conscience  clear, 

With  life's  temptations  still  contends,  — 

O,  leave  him  that  unbroken  rest, 

The  peace  that  shrines  a  virtuous  breast ! 

But  if  his  thoughts  and  hopes  should  err, 
Still  view  him  with  a  gentle  eye,  — 
Remembering  doubt,  and  change,  and  fear 
Are  woven  in  man's  destiny  ; 
And  when  the  clouds  are  passed  away, 
That  truth  shall  dawn  with  brightening  day. 


284.  C.  M.  Miss  Fletcher. 

KINDLY    JUDGMENT. 

l    Think  gently  of  the  erring  one  ! 
O,  do  not  thou  forget, 
However  darkly  stained  by  sin, 
He  is  thy  brother  yet ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Heir  of  the  same  inheritance, 
Child  of  the  selfsame  God, 

He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path 
Thou  hast  in  weakness  trod. 

Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones  ! 

Thou  yet  may'st  lead  them  back, 
With  holy  words,  and  tones  of  love, 

From  misery's  thorny  track. 
Forget  not  thou  hast  often  sinned, 

And  sinful  yet  may  be  ; 
Deal  gently  with  the  erring  heart, 

As  God  hath  dealt  with  thee. 


^o5.  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

SPEAK    GENTLY. 

1  Speak  gently,  —  it  is  better  far 

To  rule  by  love  than  fear  ; 
Speak  gently,  —  let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  young,  —  for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear  ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
'T  is  full  of  anxious  care. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one,  — 

Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart  ; 
The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run,  — 
Let  such  in  peace  depart. 

4  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones  ; 

They  must  have  toiled  in  vain  ; 
Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so  ; 
O,  win  them  back  again  ! 


CHARITY. 


Speak  gently,  —  't  is  a  little  thing, 
Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well  ; 

The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 


286.  C.  ML  Jones  Very. 

KIND    WORDS. 

1  Turn  not  from  him  who  asks  of  thee 

A  portion  of  thy  store  ; 
Though  thou  canst  give  no  charity, 
Thou  canst  do  what  is  more. 

2  The  balm  of  comfort  thou  canst  pour 

Into  his  grieving  mind, 
Who  oft  is  turned  from  wealth's  proud  door 
With  many  a  word  nnkind. 

3  Does  any  from  the  false  world  find 

Naught  but  reproach  and  scorn  ? 
Does  any,  stung  by  words  unkind, 
Wish  that  he  ne'er  was  born  ? 

4  Do  thou  raise  up  his  drooping  heart, 

Restore  his  wounded  mind  ; 
Though  naught  of  wealth  thou  canst  impart, 
Yet  still  thou  may'st  be  kind. 

5  And  oft  again  thy  words  shall  wing 

Backward  their  course  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  breast  will  prove  a  spring 
Of  pure  felicity. 


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287.  C  M.  Anonymous. 

"NEITHER    DO    I    CONDEMN    THEE." 

1  O,  if  thy  brow,  serene  and  calm, 

From  earthly  stain  is  free, 
View  not  with  scorn  the  erring  one,  — 
He  once  was  pure  like  thee. 

2  O,  if  the  smiles  of  love  are  thine, 

Its  joyous  ecstasy, 
Weep  for  the  poor  forsaken  one, — 
He  once  was  loved  like  thee  ! 

3  And  still  'mid  shame,  and  guilt,  and  woe, 

One  Being  loves  him  still, 
Who,  blessing  thee,  hath  poured  on  him 
The  world's  extremest  ill. 

4  He  knows  the  secret  lure  which  led 

Those  youthful  steps  astray  ; 
He  knows  that  they  who  holiest  are 
Might  fall  from  him  away. 

5  Then,  with  the  love  of  him  who  said, 

"  Go  thou,  and  sin  no  more," 
Shield  from  despair  the  wretched  one, 
To  peace  and  hope  restore. 


2oo.  L.  M.  Scott. 

CHARITABLE    JUDGMENT. 

l    All-seeing  God  !  't  is  thine  to  know 
The  springs  whence  wrong  opinions  flow,  — 
To  judge,  from  principles  within, 
When  frailty  errs,  and  when  we  sin. 


CHARITY. 


2  Who,  among  men,  great  Lord  of  all, 
Thy  servant  to  his  bar  shall  call  ? 
Judge  him,  for  modes  of  faith,  thy  foe, 
Or  doom  him  to  the  realms  of  woe  ? 

3  Who  with  another's  eye  can  read, 
Or  worship  by  another's  creed  ? 
Trusting  thy  grace,  we  form  our  own, 
And  bow  to  thy  commands  alone. 

4  If  wrong,  correct  ;  accept,  if  right  ; 
While,  faithful,  we  improve  our  light, 
Condemning  none,  but  zealous  still 
To  learn  and  follow  all  thy  will. 


289.  9  &  4s.  M.  Bowring. 

THE    SPIRIT    GIVETH    LIFE. 

1  'T  is  not  the  gift,  but  't  is  the  spirit 

With  which  't  is  given, 
That  on  the  gift  confers  a  merit, 
As  seen  by  Heaven. 

2  'T  is  not  the  prayer,  however  boldly 

It  strikes  the  ear  ; 
It  mounts  in  vain,  it  falls  but  coldly, 
If  not  sincere. 

3  'T  is  not  the  deeds  the  loudest  lauded 

That  brightest  shine  ; 
There  's  many  a  virtue  unapplauded, 
And  yet  divine. 

4  'T  is  not  the  word  that  sounds  the  sweetest 

That  's  soonest  heard  ; 
A  sigh,  when  humbled  thou  retreatest, 
May  be  preferred. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

5   The  outward  show  may  be  delusive,  — 
A  cheating  name  ; 
The  inner  spirit  is  conclusive 
Of  worth  or  shame. 


290.  P.    M.  BULFINCH. 

PRAYER    AND    ACTION. 

1  O,  not  alone  on  the  mount  of  prayer 

Must  the  Christian  serve  his  God  ; 

But  the  burden  of  daily  life  must  bear, 

And  tread  wThere  his  Saviour  trod. 

2  Yet  with  him  through  every  changing  scene 

Doth  the  spirit  of  prayer  abide  ; 
When  earth  is  lovely,  and  heaven  serene, 
That  spirit  his  course  shall  guide. 

3  And  when  the  storm  rages,  and  woe  and  wrath 

Would  an  earth-born  courage  quell, 
He  knows  that  his  God  is  around  his  path, 
And  ordereth  all  things  well. 


291.  L.  M.  Drummond. 

FAITH    AND    WORKS. 

1  As  body  when  the  soul  has  fled, 
As  barren  trees,  decayed  and  dead, 
Is  faith  ;  a  hopeless,  lifeless  thing, 
If  not  of  righteous  deeds  the  spring. 

2  One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine, 
One  tear-drop  shed  on  mercy's  shrine, 
Is  thrice  more  grateful,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Than  lifted  eye  or  bended  knee. 


FAITH    AND    WORKS. 

In  true  and  genuine  faith  we  trace 
The  source  of  every  Christian  grace  ; 
Within  the  pious  heart  it  plays, 
A  living  fount  of  joy  and  praise. 

Kind  deeds  of  peace  and  love  betray 
Where'er  the  stream  has  found  its  way  ; 
But  where  these  spring  not  rich  and  fair, 
The  stream  has  never  wandered  there. 


292.  7s.  M.  Roscoe. 

THE    GOLDEN    RULE. 

1  Thus  said  Jesus  :  —  "  Go  and  do 
As  thou  wouldst  be  done  unto  "  : 
Here  thy  perfect  duty  see, 

All  that  God  requires  of  thee. 

2  Wouldst  thou,  when  thy  faults  are  known, 
Wish  that  pardon  should  be  shown  ? 

Be  forgiving,  then,  and  do 
As  thou  wouldst  be  done  unto. 

3  Shouldst  thou  helpless  be  and  poor, 
Wouldst  thou  not  for  aid  implore  ? 
Think  of  others,  then,  and  be 

What  thou  wouldst  they  should  to  thee. 

4  For  compassion  if  thou  call, 
Be  compassionate  to  all  ; 

If  thou  wouldst  affection  find, 
Be  affectionate  and  kind. 

5  If  thou  wouldst  obtain  the  love 
Of  thy  gracious  God  above, 
Then  to  all  his  children  be 

What  thou  wouldst  they  should  to  thee. 

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293.  C.  M.  Peabody. 

WHO    IS    MY    NEIGHBOUR  ! 

1  Who  is  thy  neighbour  ?  he  whom  thou 

Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless  ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 

2  Thy  neighbour  ?  't  is  the  fainting  poor, 

Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim  ; 
O,  enter  thou  his  humble  door, 
With  aid  and  peace  for  him. 

3  Thy  neighbour  ?  he  who  drinks  the  cup 

When  sorrow  drowns  the  brim  ; 
With  words  of  high,  sustaining  hope, 
Go  thou  and  comfort  him. 

4  Thy  neighbour  ?  't  is  the  weary  slave, 

Fettered  in  mind  and  limb  ; 
He  hath  no  hope  this  side  the  grave  ; 
Go  thou  and  ransom  him. 

5  Thy  neighbour  ?  pass  no  mourner  by  ; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 

A  breaking  heart  from  misery  ; 

Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 


294.  C.  M.  R.  C.  Trench. 

THE    LAW    OF    LOVE. 

l    Pour  forth  the  oil,  —  pour  boldly  forth  ; 
It  will  not  fail,  until 
Thou  failest  vessels  to  provide 
Which  it  may  largely  fill. 


LOVE    TO    MAN. 

2  Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love, 

Where  they  may  broadly  run  ; 
And  love  has  overflowing  streams, 
To  fill  them  every  one. 

3  But  if  at  any  time  thou  cease 

Such  channels  to  provide, 
The  very  founts  of  love  for  thee 
Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 

4  For  we  must  share,  if  we  would  keep 

That  blessing  from  above  ; 
Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have  ; 
Such  is  the  law  of  love. 

JiiJD.  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

WORDS    AND    DEEDS. 

1  Beneath  the  thick  but  struggling  clouds, 

We  talk  of  Christian  life  ; 
The  words  of  Jesus  on  our  lips, 
Our  hearts  with  man  at  strife. 

2  Strong  souls  and  willing  hands  we  need, 

Our  temple  to  repair  ; 
Remove  the  gathering  dust  of  years, 
And  show  the  model  fair. 

3  Traditions,  forms,  and  selfish  aims 

Have  dimmed  the  inner  light  ; 
Have  closely  veiled  the  spirit-world 
And  angels  from  our  sight. 

4  We  slumber  while  the  present  calls, 

But  darkness  grows  with  rest  ; 
Wouldst  thOu  see  truth  ?  To  action  wake, — 
Do  the  divine  behest. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

296.  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

HEAVEN    ON    EARTH. 

1  This  world  is  not  a  fleeting  show, 

For  man's  illusion  given  ; 
He  that  hath  soothed  a  widow's  woe, 
Or  wiped  an  orphan's  tear,  doth  know 

There  's  something  here  of  heaven. 

2  And  he  who  walks  life's  thorny  way 

With  feelings  calm  and  even, 
Whose  path  is  lit  from  day  to  day 
By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray, 

Feels  something  here  of  heaven. 

3  He  that  the  Christian  course  hath  run, 

And  all  his  foes  forgiven, 
Hath  measured  out  this  life's  short  span 
In  love  to  God  and  love  to  man, 

On  earth  has  tasted  heaven. 

297.  C.  H.  M.  Barton. 

"  BLESSED    ARE    YE    THAT    SOW    BESIDE    ALL    WATERS." 

1  O,  be  not  faithless  !  with  the  morn 

Scatter  abroad  thy  grain  ! 
At  noontide  faint  not  thou  forlorn, 

At  evening  sow  again  ! 
Blessed  are  they,  whate'er  betide, 
Who  thus  all  waters  sow  beside. 

2  Thou  knowest  not  which  seed  shall  grow, 

Or  which  may  die,  or  live  ; 
In  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience,  sow  ! 

The  increase  God  shall  give, 
According  to  his  gracious  will,  — 
As  best,  his  purpose  may  fulfil. 


LOVE    TO    MAN. 


3   O,  could  our  inward  eye  but  view, 
Our  hearts  but  feel  aright, 

What  faith  and  love  and  hope  can  do, 
By  their  celestial  might,  — 

We  should  not  say,  till  these  be  dead, 

The  age  of  miracles  is  fled. 


298.  10s.  M.  Mrs.  Case. 

LOVE    ON ! 

1  Love    on  !   love   on  !   but  not  the  things  that 

own 
The  fleeting  beauty  of  a  summer  day  ; 
Truth,  virtue,  spring  from  God's  eternal  throne, 
Nor  quit  the  spirit  when  it  leaves  the  clay  : 
Love  them  !  love  them  ! 

2  Love  on  !  love  on  !  though  death  and  earthly 

change 
Bring  mournful  silence  to  a  darkened  home  ; 
Still  let  the  heart  rest  where  no  eye  grows 

strange, 
Where  never  falls  a  shadow  from  the  tomb  : 
Love  there  !  love  there  ! 

3  Love   on  !    love   on  !    the   voice   of  grief  and 

wrong 
Comes  from  the   palace  and   the   poor  man's 

cot  ; 
Bid  the  proud  bend,  and  bid  the  weak  be  strong, 
And  life's  tired  pilgrim  meekly  bear  his  lot : 
Give  strength !  give  peace  ! 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4    Love  on  !  love  on  !  and  though  the  evening  still 
Wear  the  stem  clouds   that  veiled   thy  noon- 
day sun, 
With  changeless  trust,  with  calm,  unwavering 

will, 
Work  !   bravely  work  !   till  the  last  hour  be 


done  : 


Love  God  !  love  Man  ! 


299.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

NOT    FAITHLESS,    BUT    BELIEVING. 

1  O,  still  trust  on,  if  in  thine  heart 
A  holy  inspiration  rest,  — 
Though  painful  be  thy  chosen  part, 

With  doubts,  and  fears,  and  cares  opprest  ! 
O,  shrink  not  thou,  although  Christ's  call 
Demand  thy  youth,  thy  strength,  thine  all  ! 

2  No  offering  is  made  in  vain  ; 

Some  human  soul  shall  feel  thy  love  ; 
E'en  weary  hours  of  toil  and  pain 
Shall  help  to  lift  thy  soul  above  : 
And  may  thy  recompense  be  given, 
In  leading  many  souls  to  heaven  ! 

3  And  still  trust  on  !  with  trembling  hand, 
'T  is  ours  a  little  seed  to  sow  ; 

It  springs  at  the  divine  command,  — 
Shall,  if  he  will,  to  ripeness  grow  ; 
Beauty  and  fragrance  it  shall  bring, 
And  breathe  of  everlasting  spring. 


MEANING    OF    LIFE. 


300.  C.  M.  Jones  Very. 

AS    YE    SOW,    SO    SHALL    YE    REAP. 

i    The  bud  will  soon  become  a  flower, 
The  flower  become  a  seed  ; 
Then  seize,  O  youth,  the  present  hour,  — 
Of  that  thou  hast  most  need. 

2  Do  thy  best  always,  —  do  it  now,  — 

For  in  the  present  time, 
As  in  the  furrows  of  the  plough, 
Fall  seeds  of  good  or  crime. 

3  The  sun  and  rain  will  ripen  fast 

Each  seed  that  thou  hast  sown  ; 
And  every  act  and  word  at  last 
By  its  own  fruit  be  known. 

4  And  soon  the  harvest  of  thy  toil 

Rejoicing  thou  shalt  reap  ; 

Or  o'er  thy  wild,  neglected  soil 

Go  forth  in  shame  to  weep. 


301.  P.  M.  Whittier. 

THE    PURPOSE    OF    LIFE. 

1  Hast  thou,  'midst  life's  empty  noises, 

Heard  the  solemn  steps  of  Time, 
And  the  low,  mysterious  voices 
Of  another  clime  ? 

2  Early  hath  life's  mighty  question 

Thrilled  within  thy  heart  of  youth, 
With  a  deep  and  strong  beseeching,  — 
What,  and  where,  is  truth  ? 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  Not  to  ease  and  aimless  quiet 

Doth  the  inward  answer  tend  ; 
But  to  works  of  love  and  duty, 
As  our  being's  end. 

4  Earnest  toil  and  strong  endeavour 

Of  a  spirit  which  within 
Wrestles  with  familiar  evil 
And  besetting  sin  ; 

5  And  without,  with  tireless  vigor, 

Steady  heart,  and  purpose  strong, 
In  the  power  of  truth  assaileth 
Every  form  of  wrong. 

302.  S.  M.  Chr.  Psalmist. 

ALL    WORK    DIVINE. 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  thee  to  see  ; 

And  what  I  do  in  any  thing, 
To  do  it  as  for  thee  ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway, 
While  still  to  thee  I  tend  ; 

In  all  I  do  be  thou  the  way  ; 
In  all  be  thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  thee  partake  ; 
Nothing  so  small  can  be, 

But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  thy  laws, 
E'en  servile  labors  shine  ; 

Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work  divine. 


MEANING    OF    LIFE. 


303.  L.  M.  Sterling. 

DIVINE    MEANING    IN    HUMBLE    THINGS. 

i    Thou,  Lord,  who  rear'st  the  mountain's  height, 
And  mak'st  the  cliffs  with  sunshine  bright  ; 
O,  grant  that  we  may  own  thy  hand 
No  less  in  every  grain  of  sand  ! 

2  With  forests  huge,  of  dateless  time, 
Thy  will  has  hung  each  peak  sublime  ; 
But  withered  leaves  beneath  a  tree 
Have  tongues  that  tell  as  loud  of  thee. 

3  Teach  us  that  not  a  leaf  can  grow, 
Till  life  from  thee  within  it  flow  ; 
That  not  a  grain  of  dust  can  be, 

0  Fount  of  being  !  save  by  thee  ; 

4  That  every  human  word  and  deed, 
Each  flash  of  feeling,  will,  or  creed, 
Hath  solemn  meaning  from  above, 
Begun  and  ended  all  in  love. 

304.  L.  M.  Keble. 

SEEING    GOD    IN    ALL. 

1  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set,  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

2  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Would  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask  ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 
To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

Seek  we  no  more  ;  content  with  these, 
Let  present  rapture,  comfort,  ease, 
As  Heaven  shall  bid  them,  come  and  go  ; 
The  secret  this  of  rest  below. 


305,  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

FORMS    VAIN    WITHOUT    THE    SPIRIT. 

1  The  uplifted  eye  and  bended  knee 
Are  but  vain  homage,  Lord,  to  thee  : 
In  vain  our  lips  thy  praise  prolong, 
The  heart  a  stranger  to  the  song. 

2  Can  rites,  and  forms,  and  flaming  zeal, 
The  breaches  of  thy  precepts  heal  ? 
Or  fasts  and  penance  reconcile 

Thy  justice,  and  obtain  thy  smile  ? 

3  The  pure,  the  humble,  contrite  mind, 
Sincere,  and  to  thy  will  resigned, 
To  thee  a  nobler  offering  yields, 

Than  Sheba's  groves,  or  Sharon's  fields. 

4  Love  God  and  man,  —  this  great  command 
Doth  on  eternal  pillars  stand  ; 

This  did  thine  ancient  prophets  teach, 
And  this  thy  well-beloved  preach. 


ACTION. 

306.  8  &  7s.  M.  Anonymous, 

life's  work. 

1  All  around  thee,  fair  with  flowers, 

Fields  of  beauty  sleeping  lie  ; 
All  around  thee  clarion  voices 
Call  to  duty  stern  and  high. 

2  Be  thou  thankful,  and  rejoice  in 

All  the  beauty  God  has  given  ; 
But  beware  it  does  not  win  thee 

From  the  work  ordained  of  Heaven. 

3  Follow  every  voice  of  mercy 

With  a  trusting,  loving  heart  ; 
And  in  all  life's  earnest  labor 
Be  thou  sure  to  do  thy  part. 

4  Now,  to-day,  and  not  to-morrow, 

Work,  O,  work  with  all  thy  might, 
Lest  the  wretched  faint  and  perish 
In  the  coming  stormy  night. 

5  Now,  to-day,  and  not  to-morrow, — 

Lest,  before  to-morrow's  sun, 
Thou  too,  mournfully  departing, 
Shalt  have  left  thy  work  undone. 

307.  C  M.  Anonymous. 

effort. 

l    Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 
Nor  deem  it  void  of  power  ; 
There  's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed, 
Waiting  its  natal  hour. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 

And  call  it  back  to  life  ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 

And  still  unholy  strife. 

No  act  falls  fruitless  ;  none  can  tell 
How  vast  its  power  may  be, 

Nor  what  results  infolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

Work,  and  despair  not  ;  bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be  ; 
God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 

The  holy,  true,  and  free. 


308.  7s.  M.  *  Bulwer. 

THE    MINISTER    OF    LOVE. 

1  O'er  the  mount  and  through  the  moor 
Glide  the  Christian's  steps  secure  ; 
Day  and  night,  no  fear  he  knows  ; 
Lonely,  but  with  God,  he  goes  : 

For  the  coat  of  mail,  bedight 
In  his  spotless  robe  of  white  ; 
For  the  sinful  sword,  his  hand 
Bearing  high  the  olive-wand. 

2  Through  the  camp,  and  through  the  court, 
Through  the  bandit's  gloomy  fort, 

On  the  mission  of  the  dove 
Speeds  the  minister  of  love  ; 
By  a  word  the  wildest  tames, 
And  the  world  to  God  reclaims  ; 
War,  and  wrath,  and  famine  cease, 
Hushed  around  his  path  of  peace. 


LOVE    TO    MAN. 


309.  C.  M.  M.  B.  Lamar. 

THE    CHRISTIAN    REFORMER. 

1  Nay,  tell  us  not  of  dangers  dire 

That  lie  in  duty's  path  ; 
A  warrior  of  the  cross  can  feel 
No  fear  of  human  wrath. 

2  Where'er  the  Prince  of  Darkness  holds 

His  earthly  reign  abhorred, 
Sword  of  the  spirit,  thee  we  draw, 
And  battle  for  the  Lord. 

3  We  go  !  we  go,  to  break  the  chains 

That  bind  the  erring  mind, 
And  give  the  freedom  that  we  feel 
To  all  of  human  kind. 

4  But,  O,  we  wear  no  burnished  steel, 

And  seek  no  gory  field  ; 
Our  weapon  is  the  word  of  God, 
His  promise  is  our  shield. 

5  And  still  serene  and  fixed  in  faith, 

All  fear  of  death  we  scorn  ; 
We  know  it  is  our  Father's  work, 
He  's  with  us  in  the  storm. 


310.  8  &  7s.  M.  Longfellow. 

PSALM    OF    LIFE. 

l    Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers, 
Life  is  but  an  empty  dream  ; 
For  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 
And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  Life  is  real  !  life  is  earnest  ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal  ; 
Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest, 
Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul. 

3  Not  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow, 

Is  our  destined  end  and  way  ; 
But  to  act,  that  each  to-morrow 
Find  us  farther  than  to-day. 

4  Lives  of  true  men  all  remind  us 

We  can  make  our  lives  sublime, 
And,  departing,  leave  behind  us 
Footprints  on  the  sands  of  time  ; 

5  Footprints  which  perhaps  another, 

Sailing  o'er  life's  troubled  main, 
A  forlorn  and  shipwrecked  brother, 
Seeing,  shall  take  heart  again.. 

6  Let  us,  then,  be  up  and  doing, 

With  a  heart  for  any  fate  ; 

Still  achieving,  still  pursuing, 

Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 

311.  CM.  *  Watts. 

THE    SOLDIER    OF    THE    CROSS. 

i    Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

And  pledged  to  bide  its  shame  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  Christ's  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2    Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 


CONFLICT. 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stein  the  flood  ? 
Shall  sloth  and  faintness  win  thy  peace, 
O  Thou,  the  martyr's  God  ? 

4  The  trusting  heart  thou  wilt  sustain  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  The  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  're  slain  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  soon  with  Christ  shall  reign. 

6  When  thy  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

312.  L.  M.  Gaskell. 

PRESS    ON  ! 

1  Press  on,  press  on  !  ye  sons  of  light, 
Untiring  in  your  holy  fight, 

Still  treading  each  temptation  down, 
And  battling  for  a  brighter  crown. 

2  Press  on,  press  on  !  through  toil  and  woe, 
Calmly  resolved,  to  triumph  go, 

And  make  each  dark  and  threatening  ill 
Yield  but  a  higher  glory  still. 

3  Press  on,  press  on  !  still  look  in  faith 
To  him  who  vanquished  sin  and  death  ; 
Then  shall  ye  hear  God's  word,  "  Well  done  !  " 
True  to  the  last,  press  on,  press  on  ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

313.  s  &  7s.  M. 

THE    CONFLICT    OF   LIFE. 

1  Onward,  Christian,  though  the  region 

Where  thou  art  be  drear  and  lone  ; 
God  hath  set  a  guardian  legion 
Very  near  thee,  —  press  thou  on  ! 

2  Listen,  Christian,  their  Hosanna 

Rolleth  o'er  thee,  —  "  God  is  Love." 
Write  upon  thy  red-cross  banner, 

u  Upward  ever,  —  heaven  's  above." 

3  By  the  thorn-road,  and  none  other, 

Is  the  mount  of  vision  won  ; 
Tread  it  without  shrinking,  brother  ! 
Jesus  trod  it,  —  press  thou  on  ! 

4  By  thy  trustful,  calm  endeavour, 

Guiding,  cheering,  like  the  sun, 
Earth-bound  hearts  thou  shalt  deliver  ; 
O,  for  their  sake,  press  thou  on  ! 

5  Be  this  world  the  wiser,  stronger, 

For  thy  life  of  pain  and  peace ; 
While  it  needs  thee,  O,  no  longer 
Pray  thou  for  thy  quick  release  ; 

6  Pray  thou,  Christian,  daily,  rather, 

That  thou  be  a  faithful  son  ; 
By  the  prayer  of  Jesus,  —  "  Father, 
Not  my  will,  but  thine,  be  done  !  " 


CONFLICT. 


314.  7s.  M.  Gaskeli,, 

SLEEP    NOT    AS    DO    OTHERS. 

i     Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the   cross, 
Foes  are  lurking  all  around  ; 
Look  not  here  to  find  repose, 
This  is  but  thy  battle-ground. 

2  Up  !  and  take  thy  shield  and  sword  * 
Up  !  it  is  the  call  of  Heaven  ; 
Shrink  not  faithless  from  thy  Lord, 
Nobly  strive  as  he  hath  striven. 

3  Break  through  all  the  force  of  ill  ; 
Tread  the  might  of  passion  down  ; 
Struggling  onward,  onward  still, 
To  the  conquering  Saviour's  crown 

Ol5.  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

FORGETTING  THE  THINGS  BEHIND. 

i    Awake,  my  soul  !  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'T  is  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  ;  — 
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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

4    That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 
Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

olu.  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    WHOLE  ARMOR    OF    THE    LORD. 

1  O,  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way, 

And  to  thy  armor  cling  ; 
With  girded  loins  the  call  obey 
That  grace  and  mercy  bring  ! 

2  There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 

An  upward  race  to  run, 
A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 
A  victory  to  be  won. 

3  O,  faint  not,  Christian  !  for  thy  sighs 

Are  heard  before  God's  throne  ; 
The  race  must  come  before  the  prize, 
The  cross  before  the  crown. 

olT.  P.  M.  Staughton. 

BREAST    THE    WAVE. 

1  Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is  strongest ; 
Watch  for  day,   Christian,  when  the    night's 

longest ; 
Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  endeavour  ; 
The  rest  that  remaineth  will  be  for  ever. 

2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian,  Jesus  is  o'er  thee  ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian,  heaven  is  before  thee  ; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never  ; 

The  love  of  eternity  flows  on  for  ever. 


CONFLICT. 


Lift  the  eye,  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth  ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  it  reposeth  ; 
Thee  from  the  love  of  Christ  nothing  shall  sever  ; 
Mount  when  the  work  is  done,  —  praise  God 
for  ever. 


318.  L.  M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

THE    CHRISTIAN    WARFARE. 

1  Awake,  my  soul  !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host  ; 
Awake,  my  soul  !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  Here  giant  danger  threatening  stands, 
Mustering  his  pale,  terrific  bands  ; 
There,  pleasure's  silken  banners  spread, 
And  willing  souls  are  captives  led. 

3  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

4  Come,  then,  my  soul  !  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield  ; 
Put  on  the  armor  from  above 

Of  heavenly  truth  and  heavenly  love. 

5  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

And  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell  ; 
The  Man  of  Calvary  triumphed  here  ; 
Why  should  his  faithful  followers  fear  ? 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


319.  7S.    M.  BULFINCH. 

STRUGGLE. 

1  There  '  s  a  strife  we  all  must  wage, 
From  life's  entrance  to  its  close  ; 
Blest  the  bold  who  dare  engage  ! 
Woe  for  him  who  seeks  repose  ! 

2  Honored  they  who  firmly  stand, 
While  the  conflict  presses  round  ; 
God's  own  banner  in  their  hand, 
In  his  service  faithful  found. 

3  What  their  foes  ?     Each  thought  impure  ; 
Passions  fierce,  that  tear  the  soul  ; 
Every  ill  that  they  can  cure  ; 

Every  crime  they  can  control  ; 

4  Every  suffering  which  their  hand 
Can  with  soothing  care  assuage  ; 
Every  evil  of  their  land  ; 
Every  error  of  their  age. 

5  On,  then,  to  the  glorious  field  ! 
He  who  dies  his  life  shall  save  ; 
God  himself  shall  be  your  shield  ; 
He  shall  bless  and  crown  the  brave. 

320.  8  &  7s.  M.  Miss  Bremer. 

SUFFERING    AND    ACTION. 

l    Cheek  grow  pale,  but  heart  be  vigorous  ! 
Body  fall,  but  soul  have  peace  ! 
Welcome,  pain  !  thou  searcher  rigorous  ! 
Slay  me,  but  my  faith  increase. 


CONFLICT. 


Sin,  o'er  sense  so  softly  stealing  ; 

Doubt,  that  would  my  strength  impair  ; 
Hence  at  once  from  life  and  feeling  ! 

Now  my  cross  I  gladly  bear. 

Up,  my  soul  !  with  clear  sedateness 

Read  Heaven's  law,  writ  bright  and  broad, 

Up  !  a  sacrifice  to  greatness, 

Truth,  and  goodness,  —  up  to  God  ! 

Up  to  labor  !  up,  and  shaking 
Off  the  bonds  of  sloth,  be  brave  ! 

Give  thyself  to  prayer  and  waking  ; 
Toil  each  fainting  heart  to  save  ! 


321.  L.  M. 


Roscoe. 


THE    PILGRIM. 

Go,  suffering  pilgrim  of  the  earth, 
Go,  conscious  of  thy  heavenly  birth, 
And,  'midst  the  storms  that  round  thee  rise, 
Retrace  thy  journey  to  the  skies. 

What  though  the  wild  winds  rage  around  ? 
Thou  wilt  not  tremble  at  the  sound  ; 
What  though  the  waters  o'er  thee  roll  ? 
They  touch  not  thine  immortal  soul. 

See  where,  arrayed  on  either  hand, 
The  direful  train  of  passions  stand  ; 
See  hatred,  envy,  bar  thy  way, 
And  foes  more  subtle  still  than  they. 

But  robed  in  innocence  and  truth, 
Then  from  temptation  guard  thy  youth  ; 
And  from  thy  vestment's  sacred  bound 
Shake  the  dread  fiends  that  cling  around. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Go  with  pure  heart  and  steadfast  eyes, 
Strive  on  till  that  bright  morn  shall  rise 
That  gives  thee  to  thy  blest  abode, 
To  rest  for  ever  with  thy  God. 


Oaa,  L.  M.  Norton. 

THE    SOUL'S    GETHSEMANE. 

1  Faint  tiot,  poor  traveller,  though  the  way 
Be  rough,  like  that  thy  Saviour  trod  ; 
Though  cold  and  stormy  lower  the  day, 
This  path  of  suffering  leads  to  God. 

2  Nay,  sink  not,  though  from  every  limb 
Are  starting  drops  of  toil  and  pain  ; 
Thou  dost  but  share  the  lot  of  Him 
With  whom  his  followers  are  to  reign. 

3  Christian  !  thy  friend,  thy  master,  prayed, 
While  dread  and  anguish  shook  his  frame, 
Then  met  his  sufferings  undismayed  ; 
Wilt  thou  not  strive  to  do  the  same  ? 

4  O,  thinkest  thou  his  Father's  love 
Shone  round  him  then  with  fainter  rays 
Than  now,  when,  throned  all  height  above, 
Unceasing  voices  hymn  his  praise  ? 

5  Go,  sufferer,  calmly  meet  the  woes 
Which  God's  own  mercy  bids  thee  bear  ; 
Then,  rising  as  thy  Saviour  rose, 

Go,  his  eternal  victory  share. 


AFFLICTION. 

323.  L.  M.  J.  Newton. 

TRUST    IN    GOD. 

i    Be  still,  my  heart  !  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares  ; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 

3  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

4  He  who  has  helped  me  hitherto 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  trophies  to  his  endless  praise. 

324.  7s.  M.  Gaskell. 

REFUGE    IN    GOD. 

i    We  would  cast,  O  God,  on  thee, 
Every  anxious  care  and  fear  ; 
Thou  the  troubled  thought  canst  see, 
Thou  canst  dry  the  bitter  tear. 

2    Thou  dost  care  for  us,  we  know,  — 
Care  with  all  a  Father's  love  ; 
Thou  canst  make  each  earthly  woe 
Work  to  higher  bliss  above. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3   On  this  faith  we  fain  would  rest  ; 
Strengthen  thou  its  blessed  power  ; 
Steadfast  keep  it  in  our  breast, 
Through  each  dark  and  trying  hour. 

325.  L.  M.  Morpeth. 

THE  USE  OF  TEARS. 

1  How  little  of  ourselves  we  know, 
Before  a  grief  the  heart  has  felt  ! 
The  lessons  that  we  learn  of  woe 

Strengthen  the  soul,  as  well  as  melt. 

2  The  energies  too  stern  for  mirth, 

The  reach  of  thought,  the  strength  of  will, 
'Mid  cloud  and  tempest  have  their  birth, 
Though  blight  and  blast  their  course  fulfil. 

3  And  yet  'tis  when  it  mourns  and  fears, 
The  laden  spirit  feels  forgiven  ; 

And  through  the  mist  of  falling  tears 
We  catch  the  clearest  glimpse  of  heaven. 

326.  L-  M.  Bryant. 

BLESSED    ARE    THEY    THAT    MOURN. 

i    Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone 
Whose  days  a  peaceful  tenor  keep  ; 
The  God  who  loves  our  race  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2    The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 
The  lids  that  now  o'erflow  with  tears, 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  earnests  of  serener  years. 


AFFLICTION. 

3  O,  there  are  days  of  hope  and  rest 
For  every  dark  and  troubled  night  ! 
And  grief  may  bide,  an  evening  guest, 
But  joy  shall  come  with  morning  light. 

4  And  ye,  who  o'er  a  friend's  low  bier 
Now  shed  the  bitter  drops  like  rain, 
Feel  that  a  brighter,  happier  sphere 
Will  give  him  to  your  arms  again. 

327.  L.  M.  Norton. 

MY    GOD,    I    THANK    THEE ! 

1  My  God,  I  thank  thee  !  may  no  thought 
E'er  deem  thy  chastisements  severe  ; 
But  may  this  heart,  by  sorrow  taught, 
Calm  each  wild  wish,  each  idle  fear. 

2  Thy  mercy  bids  all  nature  bloom  ; 
The  sun  shines  bright,  and  man  is  gay  ; 
Thine  equal  mercy  spreads  the  gloom 
That  darkens  o'er  his  little  day. 

3  Full  many  a  throb  of  grief  and  pain 
Thy  frail  and  erring  child  must  know  ; 
But  not  one  prayer  is  breathed  in  vain, 
Nor  does  one  tear  unheeded  flow. 

4  Thy  various  messengers  employ  ; 
Thy  purposes  of  love  fulfil  ; 

And,  'mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy, 
Let  kneeling  faith  adore  thy  will. 

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3Zo.  L.    M.  Doddridge. 

WEEPING    SEEDTIME  J     JOYFUL    HARVEST. 

1  The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers  ! 
Troubled  with  storms,  and  big  with  showers, 
No  cheerful  gleam  of  light  appears, 

But  nature  pours  forth  all  her  tears. 

2  Yet  let  the  sons  of  God  revive  ; 
God  bids  the  soul  that  seeks  him  live, 
And  from  the  gloomiest  shade  of  night 
Calls  forth  a  morning  of  delight. 

3  The  seeds  of  ecstasy  unknown 

Are  in  these  watered  furrows  sown  ; 

See  the  green  blades,  how  thick  they  rise, 

And  with  fresh  verdure  bless  our  eyes  ! 

4  In  secret  foldings  they  contain 
Unnumbered  ears  of  golden  grain  ; 
And  heaven  shall  pour  its  beams  around, 
Till  the  ripe  harvest  load  the  ground. 

5  Then  shall  the  trembling  mourner  come, 
And  bind  his  sheaves,  and  bear  them  home  ; 
The  voice  long  broke  with  sighs  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring. 

329.  L.  M.  N.  Y.  Coll. 

AFFLICTION,    GOD'S    ANGEL. 

l    Affliction's  faded  form  draws  nigh, 
With  wrinkled  brow  and  downcast  eye  ; 
With  sackcloth  on  her  bosom  spread, 
And  ashes  scattered  o'er  her  head. 


AFFLICTION. 

2  But  deem  her  not  a  child  of  earth  ; 
From  heaven  she  draws  her  sacred  birth  ; 
Beside  the  throne  of  God  she  stands 

To  execute  his  kind  commands. 

3  The  messenger  of  love,  she  flies 

To  train  us  for  our  sphere,  the  skies  ; 
And  onward  as  we  move,  the  way 
Becomes  more  smooth,  more  bright  the  day. 

4  Her  weeds  to  robes  of  glory  turn, 
Her  looks  with  kindling  radiance  burn  ; 
And  from  her  lips  these  accents  steal,  — 

"  God  smites  to  bless,  he  wounds  to  heal  !  " 

330.  10s.  M.  Anonymous. 

IN    AFFLICTION. 

1  '^I?oy  ^at  art  strong  to  comfort,  look  on  me  ! 
I  sit  in  darkness  and  behold  no  light  ; 

Over  my  soul  the  waves  of  agony 

Have  gone,  and  left  me  in  a  rayless  night. 

2  A  bruised  and  broken  reed  sustain  !  sustain  ! 
Divinest  Comforter,  to  thee  I  fly, 

To  whom  no  soul  hath  ever  fled  in  vain  ; 
Support  me  with  thy  love,  or  else  I  die. 

3  Father,  whate'er  I  had,  it  all  was  thine  ; 
A  God  of  mercy  thou  hast  ever  been  ; 
O,  help  me  what  I  most  loved  to  resign, 
And  if  I  murmur,  count  it  not  for  sin. 

4  My  soul  is  strengthened  now,  and  it  shall  bear 
All  that  remains,  whatever  it  may  be  ; 

And  from  the  very  depths  of  my  despair 
I  will  look  up,  O  God,  and  trust  in  thee. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE, 
331.  C.  M.  *  Barton. 

AT    EVE    IT    SHALL    BE    LIGHT. 

1  Full  oft  our  path  is  wet  with  tears, 

Our  skv  with  clouds  o'ercast, 
Arid  worldly  cares  and  worldly  fears 

Go  with  us  to  the  last  ;  — 
Not  to  the  last  !  thy  word  hath  said, 

Could  we  but  read  aright  : 
O  pilgrim  !  lift  in  hope  thy  head, 

At  eve  it  shall  be  light  ! 

2  Though  earth-born  shadows  now  may  shroud 

Our  toilsome  path  awhile, 
God's  blessed  word  can  part  each  cloud, 

And  bid  the  sunshine  smile. 
Only  believe,  in  living  faith, 

His  love  and  power  divine, 
And  though  thy  sun  may  set  in  death, 

His  light  shall  round  thee  shine. 

3  When  tempest-clouds  are  dark  on  high, 

His  bow  of  love  and  peace 
Shines  beauteous  in  the  vaulted  sky, 

Token  that  storms  shall  cease. 
Then  keep  thy  way,  with  hope  unchilled, 

By  faith,  and  not  by  sight, 
And  thou  shalt  own  his  word  fulfilled,  — 

"  At  eve  it  shall  be  light." 


AFFLICTION. 


33  £*  CM.  Anonymous, 

god's  way  is  on  the   deep. 

i    Thy  way  is  on  the  deep,  O  Lord  ! 
E'en  there  we  '  11  go  with  thee  ; 
We  '  11  meet  the  tempest  at  thy  word, 
And  walk  upon  the  sea. 

2  Poor  tremblers  at  his  rougher  wind, 

Why  do  we  doubt  him  so  ? 
Who  gives  the  storms  a  path  will  find 
The  way  our  feet  shall  go. 

3  A  moment  may  his  hand  seem  lost, 

Drear  moment  of  delay  ;  — 
We  cry,  tc  Lord,  help  the  tempest-tost  !  " 
And  safe  we  '  re  borne  away. 

4  O  happy  soul,  of  faith  divine  ! 

Thy  victory  how  sure  ! 
The  love  that  kindles  joy  is  thine, 
The  patience  to  endure. 


333.  H.  M.  Mrs.  Miles. 

IN    AFFLICTION. 

i    Thou,  infinite  in  love, 
Guide  this  bewildered  mind, 
Which,  like  the  trembling  dove, 
No  resting-place  can  find 
On  the  wild  waters,  —  God  of  light, 
Through  the  thick  darkness  lead  me  right  ! 

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THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  Bid  the  fierce  conflict  cease, 
And  fear  and  anguish  fly  ; 
Let  there  again  be  peace, 
As  in  the  days  gone  by  : 

In  Jesus'  name  I  cry  to  thee, 
Remembering  Gethsemane. 

3  Fain  would  earth's  true  and  dear 
Save  me  in  this  dark  hour  ; 
And  art  not  thou  more  near  ? 
Art  thou  not  love  and  power  ? 

Vain  is  the  help  of  man,  —  but  thou 
Canst  send  deliverance  even  now. 

4  Though  through  the  future's  shade 
Pale  phantoms  I  descry, 

Let  me  not  shrink  dismayed, 

But  ever  feel  thee  nigh  ; 
There  may  be  grief,  and  pain,  and  care, 
But,  O  my  Father  !  thou  art  there. 

334:.  C.  M.jg  Anonymous. 

RESIGNATION. 

1  In  trouble  and  in  grief,  O  God, 

Thy  smile  hath  cheered  my  way  ; 
And  joy  hath  budded  from  each  thorn 
That  round  my  footsteps  lay. 

2  The  hours  of  pain  have  yielded  good 

Which  prosperous  days  refused  ; 
As  herbs,  though  scentless  when  entire, 
Spread  fragrance  when  they  're  bruised. 

3  The  oak  strikes  deeper  as  its  boughs 

By  furious  blasts  are  driven  ; 
So  life's  tempestuous  storms  the  more 
Have  fixed  my  heart  in  heaven. 


AFFLICTION. 


4    All-gracious  Lord  !  what'er  my  lot 
In  other  times  may  be, 
I'll  welcome  still  the  heaviest  grief 
That  brings  me  near  to  thee. 


335. 


7s.  M. 


Sarah  F.  Adams. 


DEWS    AND    TEARS. 


1  Gently  fall  the  dews  of  eve, 
Raising  still  the  languid  flowers  ; 
Sweetly  flow  the  tears  that  grieve 
O'er  a  mourner's  stricken  hours. 

2  Blessed  dews  and  tears  that  yet 
Lift  us  nearer  unto  heaven  ! 
Let  us  still  his  praise  repeat, 
Who  in  mercy  all  hath  given. 


336. 


10s.  M. 


Anonymous. 


THE    STRENGTH    OF    THE    LONELY. 


Though  lonely  be  thy  path,  fear  not,  for  Pie 
Who  marks  the  sparrow  fall  is  guarding  thee  ; 
And  not  a  star  shines  o'er  thy  head  by  night, 
But  he  hath  known  that  it  will  reach  thy  sight. 

And  not  a  grief  can  darken  or  surprise, 
Swell  in  thy  heart,  or  dim  with  tears  thine  eyes, 
But  it  is  sent  in  mercy  and  in  love, 
To  bid  thy  helplessness  seek  strength  above. 


337. 


L.  M. 

LIGHT    IN    DARKNESS. 


Miss  Roscoe. 


My  Father,  when  around  me  spread 
I  see  the  shadows  of  the  tomb, 
When  life's  bright  visions  droop  and  fade, 
And  darkness  veils  the  days  to  come,  — 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  O,  in  that  anguished  hour  I  turn 
With  a  still  trusting  heart  to  thee, 
And  holy  thoughts  arise  and  burn 
Amid  that  cold,  sad  destiny  ! 

3  They  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  light, 
While  all  around  is  pain  and  woe  ; 
And  strengthened  by  them,  in  thy  sight, 
Father,  to  drink  thy  cup  I  go. 


odo.  C.   M.  Anonymous. 

CONSOLATION. 

1  Let  me  not  wander  comfortless, 

My  Father,  far  from  thee  ; 
But  still  beneath  thy  guardian  wing 
In  holy  quiet  be. 

2  The  storms  of  grief,  the  tears  of  woe, 

Soothed  by  thy  love,  shall  cease  ; 
And  all  the  trembling  spirit  breathe 
A  deep,  unbroken  peace. 

3  The  power  of  prayer  shall  o'er  me  shed 

A  soft,  celestial  calm  ; 
Sweeter  than  evening's  twilight  dews, 
My  soul  shall  feel  its  balm. 

4  For  there  thy  still,  small  voice  shall  speak 

Thy  great,  thy  boundless  love  ; 
A.nd  tears  and  smiles,  and  grief  and  joy, 
Shall  lift  mv  soul  above. 


AFFLICTION. 


339.  S.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    MEANING    OF    SORROW. 

1  We  love  this  outward  world, 
Its  fair  sky  overhead,  — 

Its  morning's  soft,  gray  mist  unfurled, 
Its  sunsets  rich  and  red. 

2  But  there's  a  world  within 
That  higher  glory  hath  ; 

A  life  the  immortal  soul  must  win,  — 
The  life  of  joy  and  faith. 

3  For  this  the  Father's  love 
Doth  shade  the  world  of  sense, 

The  bounding  play  of  health  remove, 
And  dim  the  sparkling  glance  ; 

4  That,  though  the  earth  grows  dull 
And  earthly  pleasures  few, 

The  spirit  gain  its  wisdom  full 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

5  Holy  its  world  within, 
Unknown  to  sound  or  sight,  — 

The  world  of  victory  o'er  sin, 
Of  faith,  and  love,  and  light. 

340.  11  &  10s.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    MOURNER. 

l    Weep  thou,  O  mourner  !  but  in  lamentation 
May  thy  Redeemer  still  remembered  be  ; 
Strong  is  his  arm,  the  God  of  thy  salvation, 
Strong  is  his  love  to  cheer  and  comfort  thee. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

Cold  though  the  world  be,  in  the  way  before 
thee, 

Wail  not  in  sadness  o'er  the  darkling  tomb  ; 
God  in  his  love  still  watcheth  kindly  o'er  thee, 

Light  shineth  still  above  the  clouds  of  gloom. 

Dimmed  though  thine  eyes  be  with  the  tears  of 
sorrow, 

Night  only  known  beneath  the  sky  of  time, 
Faith  can  behold  the  dawning  of  a  morrow 

Glowing  in  smiles  of  life  and  joy  sublime. 

Change,  then,  O  mourner,  grief  to  exultation  ; 

Firm  and  confiding  may  thy  spirit  be  ; 
Strong  is  his  arm,  the  God  of  thy  salvation, 

Strong  is  his  love  to  cheer  and  comfort  thee. 


341.  P.  M.  Hemans. 

FOR    STRENGTH. 

1  Father  !  who  in  the  olive  shade, 

When  the  dark  hour  came  on, 
Didst,  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 
Strengthen  thy  Son  ; 

2  O,  in  the  anguish  of  our  night, 

Send  us  down  blest  relief; 
And  to  the  chastened,  let  thy  might 
Hallow  the  grief  ! 

3  And  Thou,  that,  when  the  starry  sky 

Saw  the  dread  strife  begun, 

Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry, 

"Thy  will  be  done!" 


AFFLICTION. 


4    By  thy  meek  spirit,  thou,  of  all 

That  e'er  have  mourned  the  chief, 
Our  Saviour  !  when  the  stroke  doth  fall, 
Hallow  our  grief  ! 


342.  11  &  4s.  M.  Whittier. 

THE    ANGELS    OF    GRIEF. 

i    With  silence  only  as  their  benediction, 
God's  angels  come 
Where,  in  the  shadow  of  a  great  affliction, 
The  soul  sits  dumb. 

2  Yet  would  we  say,  what  every  heart  approveth,  — 

Our  Father's  will, 
Calling  to  him  the  dear  ones  whom  he  loveth, 
Is  mercy  still. 

3  Not  upon  us  or  ours  the  solemn  angel 

Hath  evil  wrought  ; 
The  funeral  anthem  is  a  glad  evangel  ; 
The  good  die  not  ! 


343.  C.  M.  Wilson. 

BEREAVEMENT. 

l    O,  not  when  the  death-prayer  is  said, 
The  life  of  life  departs  ; 
The  body  in  the  grave  is  laid, 
Its  beauty  in  our  hearts. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

At  holy  midnight,  voices  sweet, 
Like  fragrance,  fill  the  room  ; 

And  happy  ghosts,  with  noiseless  feet, 
Come  brightening  from  the  tomb. 

We  know  who  sends  the  visions  bright, 
From  whose  dear  side  they  came  ! 

We  veil  our  eyes  before  Thy  light, 
We  bless  our  Father's  name  ! 

This  frame,  O  God,  this  feeble  breath, 
Thy  hand  may  soon  destroy  ; 

We  think  of  thee,  and  feel  in  death 
A  deep  and  holy  joy. 

Dim  is  the  light  of  vanished  years 

In  glory  yet  to  come  ; 
O  idle  grief,  O  foolish  tears, 

When  Jesus  calls  us  home  ! 


344.  6  &  4s.  M.  Hemans. 

THE    CRY    OF    THE    AFFLICTED. 

i    Lowly  and  solemn  be 
Thy  children's  cry  to  thee, 

Father  divine  ! 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath, 
Owning  that  life  and  death 
Alike  are  thine. 

2    O  Father,  in  that  hour 

When  earth  all  helping  power 

Shall  disavow  ; 
When  spear,  and  shield,  and  crown 
In  faintness  are  cast  down, 

Sustain  us  thou  ! 


DEATH. 


By  him  who  bowed  to  take 
The  death-cup  for  our  sake, 

The  thorn,  the  rod  ; 
From  whom  the  last  dismay 
Was  not  to  pass  away, 

Aid  us,  O  God  ! 

Tremblers  beside  the  grave, 
We  call  on  thee  to  save, 

Father  divine  ! 
Hear,  hear  our  suppliant  breath  ; 
Keep  us  in  life  and  death, 

Thine,  only  thine. 


Gaskell. 


345.  12  &  lis.  M. 

LIFE    IN    DEATH. 

i    Thanks,   thanks   unto    God  !    who   in   mercy 
hath  spoken 
The  truths  which  have  pierced  through  the 
spirit's  sad  gloom  ; 
Whose  love  with  the  light  of  its  presence  hath 
broken 
The  darkness  which  hung  o'er  the  desolate 
tomb. 

2    What  now  shall  affright  us  ?  A  Father  Almighty 
Keeps  watch  round  our  footsteps  wherever 
we  go  ; 
His   mercy  is   sleepless,  —  his  wisdom  unfail- 
ing,  — 
He  knoweth  each  want  and  regardeth  each 
woe. 

21 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  Where  now  is  death's  terror  ?  he  comes  as  an 

angel 
To  cany  the  holy  away  to  their  rest  ; 
The  gloom   which  he  weareth  is   lost  in  the 

message 
He  brings  from  the  Being  who  loveth  them 

best. 

4  May  we  live  ever  true  to  the  hopes  he  hath 

given  ; 
May  they  shed  o'er  our  path  a  still  holier 

light  ; 
Ever  making  us  meeter  and  meeter  for  heaven, 
More  pure  our  affections,  our  spirits  more 

bright. 

346.  L.  M.  Norton. 

O,    STAY    THY    TEARS ! 

1  O,  stay  thy  tears  !  for  they  are  blest 
Whose  days  are  past,  whose  toil  is  done  ; 
Here  midnight  care  disturbs  our  rest, 
Here  sorrow  dims  the  morning  sun. 

2  For  laboring  virtue's  anxious  toil, 
For  patient  sorrow's  stifled  sigh, 

For  faith  that  marks  the  conqueror's  spoil, 
Heaven  grants  the  recompense,  — to  die. 

3  How  blest  are  they  whose  transient  years 
Pass  like  an  evening  meteor's  flight, 
Not  dark  with  guilt,  nor  dim  with  tears, 
Whose  course  is  rest,  unclouded,  bright  ! 

4  O,  cheerless  were  our  lengthened  way, 
But  heaven's  own  light  dispels  the  gloom, 
Streams  downward  from  eternal  day, 
And  sheds  a  glory  round  the  tomb  ! 


DEATH. 

5    Then  stay  thy  tears,  —  the  blest  above 
Have  hailed  a  spirit's  heavenly  birth, 
Sung  a  new  song  of  joy  and  love  ; 
Then  why  should  anguish  reign  on  earth  ? 

347.  L.  M.  Sarah  F.  Adams. 

THE    ANGEL    AT    THE    TOMB. 

i    The  mourners  came,  at  break  of  day, 
Unto  the  garden  sepulchre, 
With  saddened  hearts  to  weep  and  pray 
For  him,  the  loved  one,  buried  there. 
What  radiant  light  dispels  the  gloom  ? 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 

2  The  earth  doth  mourn  her  treasures  lost, 
All  sepulchred  beneath  the  snow, 
When  wintry  winds  and  chilling  frost 
Have  laid  her  summer  glories  low  ; 

The  spring  returns,  the  flow'rets  bloom,  — 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 

3  Then  mourn  we  not  beloved  dead, 
E'en  while  we  come  to  weep  and  pray  ; 
The  happy  spirit  far  hath  fled 

To  brighter  realms  of  heavenly  day  ; 
Immortal  hope  dispels  the  gloom  ;  — 
An  angel  sits  beside  the  tomb. 

348.  7  &  5s.  M.  Bowring. 

BLESSED    ARE    THE    DEAD. 

I    Blessed,  blessed  are  the  dead 
In  the  Lord  who  die  ; 
Radiant  is  the  path  they  tread 
Upwards  to  the  sky. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

All  the  deeds  of  virtue  done, 
Deeds  of  peace  and  love, 

Now  are  stars  of  glory  strewn, 
Lighting  them  above. 


349.  S.    M.  BOWRING. 
O    DEATH,    WHERE    IS    THY    STING? 

1  Where  is  thy  sting,  O  death  ? 
Grave  !  where  thy  victory  ? 

The  clod  may  sleep  in  dust  beneath, 
The  spirit  will  be  free  ! 

2  Both  man  and  time  have  power 
O'er  suffering,  dying  men  ; 

But  death  arrives,  and  in  that  hour 
The  soul  is  freed  again. 

3  Then  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
And  where  thy  victory,  grave  ? 

O'er  your  dark  bourn  the  soul  will  spring 
To  Him  who  loves  to  save. 

350.  L.  M.  *Barbauld. 

HIS    END    IS    PEACE. 

1  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 
When  sinks  a  trusting  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 
How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast  ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 


DEATH. 


3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell  ! 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell  ! 

5  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  day, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 
While  guardian  angels  gently  say, 
"How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !  y 

351.  S.  M.  Mrs.  Howitt. 

HE    IS    RISEN. 

1  O  spirit,  freed  from  earth, 
Rejoice,  thy  work  is  done  ! 

The  weary  world  is  'neath  thy  feet, 
Thou  brighter  than  the  sun. 

2  Arise,  put  on  the  robes 
That  the  redeemed  win  ; 

Now  sorrow  hath  no  part  in  thee, 
Thou  sanctified  within  ! 

3  Awake,  and  breathe  the  air 
Of  the  celestial  clime  ! 

Awake  to  love  which  knows  no  change, 
Thou  who  hast  done  with  time  ! 

4  Awake,  lift  up  thine  eyes  ! 
See,  all  heaven's  host  appears  ! 

And  be  thou  glad  exceedingly,  — 
Thou,  who  hast  done  with  tears. 
21* 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

5    Ascend  !  thou  art  not  now 
With  those  of  mortal  birth  ; 

The  living  God  hath  touched  thy  lips, 
Thou  who  hast  done  with  earth. 


352.  S.  M.  Gaskell. 

NO  MORE ! 

1  "  No  more,  on  earth  no  more, 
Shall  beam  for  us  that  eye  ; 

Closed  in  a  strange  forgetfulness 
For  ever  it  must  lie. 

2  "  No  more,  on  earth  no  more, 
Shall  we  behold  that  face  ; 

Within  the  mournful  halls  of  death 
Must  be  its  dwelling-place. 

3  "  No  more,  on  earth  no  more, 
Shall  those  dear  lips  be  heard  ; 

Cold  silence  there  hath  fixed  its  seal, 
Breathed  is  their  latest  word." 

4  'T  is  so  fond  Nature  mourns 
Affection's  broken  ties  ; 

But  Faith  stands  forth,  she  points  on  high, 
Serenely  she  replies  :  — 

5  "No"  more,  in  heaven  no  more, 
That  eye  is  dim  with  tears  ; 

But  bright,  and  brighter  still,  the  scene 
Before  its  view  appears. 

6  <c  No  more,  in  heaven  no  more, 
That  face  a  shadow  bears  ; 

But  looks  of  light,  born  of  a  bliss 
Unknown  to  earth,  it  wears. 


IMMORTALITY. 

7    cc  No  more,  in  heaven  no  more, 
That  voice  is  faint  with  pain  ; 

It  mingles  with  angelic  bands, 
In  their  enraptured  strain. 

s    "No  more,  in  heaven  no  more, 
The  parting  grief  is  known  ; 

But  love  has  all  eternity 

To  look  through  as  its  own." 


353.  C.  M.  Barton. 

THE    DEAD. 

i    The  dead  are  like  the  stars  by  day, 
Withdrawn  from  mortal  eye  ; 
Yet  holding  unperceived  their  way 
Through  the  unclouded  sky. 

2  By  them,  through  holy  hope  and  love, 

We  feel,  in  hours  serene, 
Connected  with  a  world  above, 
Immortal  and  unseen. 

3  For  death  his  sacred  seal  hath  set 

On  bright  and  bygone  hours  ; 
And  they  we  mourn  are  with  us  yet, 
Are  more  than  ever  ours  ;  — 

4  Ours,  by  the  pledge  of  love  and  faith, 

By  hopes  of  heaven  on  high  ; 
By  trust,  triumphant  over  death, 
In  immortality. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

354.  P.  M.  Longfellow. 

THE    DEPARTED. 

1  The  spirits  of  the  loved  and  the  departed 

Are  with  us,  and  they  tell  us  of  the  sky, 
A  rest  for  the  bereaved  and  broken-hearted, 

A  house  not  made  with  hands,  a  home  on 
high; 
Holy  monitions,  —  a  mysterious  breath,  — 
A  whisper  from  the  marble  halls  of  death. 

2  They  have  gone  from  us  and  the  grave  is  strong, 

Yet  in  night's  silent  watches  they  are  near  ; 
Their  voices  linger  round  us,  as  the  song 

Of  the  sweet  bird  that  lingers  on  the  ear, 
When,  floating  upward  in  the  flush  of  even, 
Its  form  is  lost  from  earth  and  swallowed  up  in 
heaven. 

do*)*  llS.    M.  *CUNNINGHAM. 

ARE    THEY    NOT    ALL    MINISTERING    SPIRITS? 

i    How  dear  is  the  thought,  that  the  angels  of  God 
May  bow  their  bright  wings  to  the  world  they 

once  trod  ; 
That  this  is  the  joy  of  the  mansions  above, 
To  stand  near  the  throne  as  the  angels  of  love  ! 

2    They  come,  on  the  wings  of  the  morning  they 
come, 
Impatient  to  lead  some  poor  wanderer  home  ; 
Some  sinner  to  save  from  his  darkened  abode, 
And  lay  him  to  rest  in  the  arms  of  his  God. 


IMMORTALITY. 

3    They  come  when  we  wander,  they  come  when 
we  pray, 
In  mercy  to  guard  us  wherever  we  stray  ; 
A  glorious  cloud,  their  bright  witness  is  given  ; 
Encircling  us  here  are  these  angels  of  heaven. 

356.  CM.  *  J.  H.  Perkins. 

SPIRITUAL    PRESENCE. 

1  It  is  a  faith  sublime  and  sure, 

That  ever  round  our  head 
Are  hovering,  on  noiseless  wing, 
The  spirits  of  the  dead. 

2  It  is  a  faith  sublime  and  sure, 

When  ended  our  career, 
That  it  will  be  our  ministry 
To  watch  o'er  others  here  ; 

3  To  bid  the  mourners  cease  to  mourn, 

The  trembling  be  forgiven, 
To  bear  away  from  ills  of  clay 
The  deathless  soul  to  heaven. 

357.  C.  M.  Miss  Taylor. 

THE    UNSEEN    WORLD. 

1  There  is  a  state  unknown,  unseen, 

Where  parted  souls  must  be  ; 
And  but  a  step  doth  lie  between 
That  world  of  souls  and  me. 

2  I  see  no  light,  I  hear  no  sound, 

When  midnight  shades  are  spread  ; 
Yet  angels  pitch  their  tents  around, 
And  guard  my  quiet  bed. 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

3  The  things  unseen,  O  God,  reveal ; 

My  spirit's  vision  clear, 
Till  I  shall  feel,  and  see,  and  know, 
That  those  I  love  are  near. 

4  Impart  the  faith  that  soars  on  high, 

Beyond  this  earthly  strife  ; 
That  holds  sweet  converse  with  the  sky, 
And  lives  eternal  life. 


358.  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

MINISTERING    ANGELS. 

i    Brother,  the  angels  say, 

Peace  to  thy  heart ! 
We  too,  O  brother, 

Have  been  as  thou  art,  — 
Hope-lifted,  doubt-depressed, 

Seeing  in  part,  — 
Tried,  troubled,  tempted, 

Sustained,  as  thou  art. 

2  Brother,  they  softly  say, 

Be  our  thoughts  one  ; 
Bend  thou  with  us  and  pray, 

"  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 
Day  flieth,  night  cometh, 

Death  draweth  nigh  ; 
Soon  shall  thine  eye  see  the 

Dayspring  on  high. 

3  Ye  too,  they  gently  say, 

Shall  angels  be  ; 
Ye  too,  O  brothers, 

From  earth  shall  be  free. 


INWARD     STRUGGLE. 

Yet  in  earth's  loved  ones 
Ye  still  shall  have  part, 

Bearing  God's  strength  and  love 
To  the  torn  heart. 


359.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Milks. 

HEAVEN. 

1  The  earth,  all  light  and  loveliness, 

In  summer's  golden  hours, 
Shines,  in  her  bridal  vesture  clad, 

And  crowned  with  festal  flowers, 
So  radiantly  beautiful, 

So  like  to  heaven  above, 
We  scarce  can  deem  more  fair  that  world 

Of  perfect  bliss  and  love. 

2  Is  this  a  shadow  faint  and  dim 

Of  that  which  is  to  come  ? 
What  shall  the  unveiled  splendor  be 

Of  our  celestial  home, 
Where  waves  the  glorious  tree  of  life, 

Where  streams  of  bliss  gush  free, 
And  all  is  glowing  in  the  light 

Of  immortality  ! 

360.  S.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

THE    ANGELS'  CALL. 

i    Come  to  the  land  of  peace  ! 

From  shadows  come  away  ; 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease, 

And  storms  no  more  have  sway  ! 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 

2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  here  ; 
But  pure  repose  and  love 

Breathe  through  the  bright,  celestial  air 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 
Gathered  from  every  land  ; 

For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest, 
Amidst  the  shining  band. 

4  In  this  divine  abode 

Change  leaves  no  saddening  trace  ; 
Come,  trusting  spirit,  to  thy  God, 
Thy  holy  resting-place  ! 

361.  C.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

A    VISION    OF    HEAVEN. 

1  O,  heaven  is  where  no  secret  dread 

May  haunt  us  by  its  power  ; 
Where  from  the  past  no  gloom  is  shed 
Upon  the  present  hour. 

2  And  there  the  living  waters  flow 

Along  the  radiant  shore  ; 
My  soul,  now  wandering  here,  shall  know 
Its  burning  thirst  no  more. 

3  The  burden  of  the  stranger's  heart, 

Which  here  unknown  we  bear, 

Like  the  night-shadow  shall  depart, 

With  our  first  wakening  there. 

4  And,  borne  on  eagle's  wings  afar, 

Free  thought  shall  claim  its  dower, 
From  every  sphere,  from  every  star, 
Of  glory  and  of  power. 


VII.     OCCASIONAL. 


362.  P.  M.  Sterling. 

A    HYMN    OF    MORNING. 

i    Sweet  morn  !  from  countless  cups  of  gold, 
Thou  liftest  reverently  on  high 
More  incense  fine  than  earth  can  hold, 
To  fill  the  sky. 

2  Where'er  the  vision's  boundaries  glance, 
Existence  swells  with  living  power, 
And  all  the  illumined  earth's  expanse 

Inhales  the  hour. 

3  In  man,  O  morn  !  a  loftier  good, 

With  conscious  blessing,  fills  the  soul,  — 
A  life  by  reason  understood, 

Which  metes  the  whole. 

4  To  thousand  tasks  of  fruitful  hope, 
With  skill  against  his  toil,  he  bends, 
And  finds  his  work's  determined  scope, 

Where'er  he  wends. 

5  From  earth  and  earthly  toil  and  strife 
To  deathless  aims  his  soul  may  rise, 
Each  dawn  may  wake  to  better  life, 

With  purer  eyes. 

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OCCASIONAL. 

6  Such  grace  from  thee,  O  God,  be  ours, 
Renewed  with  every  morning's  ray, 

And  freshening  still  with  added  flowers 
Each  future  day. 

7  To  man  is  given  one  primal  star  ; 

One  dayspring's  beam  has  dawned  below  ; 
From  thine  our  inmost  glories  are, 
With  thine  we  glow. 

8  Like  earth  awake  and  warm  and  bright, 
With  joy  the  spirit  moves  and  burns  ; 
So  up  to  thee,  O  Fount  of  Light, 

Our  light  returns. 

363.  7s.  M.  Episcopal  Coll. 

MORNING    HYMN. 

i    Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  ; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come  : 
Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to-day  ; 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  clear  our  sight  ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

May  we  stand,  and  watch,  and  pray. 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound  ; 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around  ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O,  receive  us  then  at  last  ; 
Night  and  day  will  be  no  more, 
When  we  reach  the  heavenlv  shore. 


MORNING. 

364.  7S.   M.  FURNESS. 

MORNING    HYMN. 

1  In  the  morning  I  will  pray 
For  God's  blessing  on  the  day  ; 
What  this  day  shall  be  my  lot, 
Light  or  darkness,  know  I  not. 

2  Should  it  be  with  clouds  o'ercast, 
Clouds  of  sorrow,  gathering  fast, 
Thou,  who  givest  light  divine, 
Shine  within  me,  Lord,  O,  shine  ! 

3  Show  me,  if  I  tempted  be, 
How  to  find  all  strength  in  thee, 
And  a  perfect  triumph  win 
Over  every  bosom  sin. 

4  Keep  my  feet  from  secret  snares, 
Keep  my  eyes,  O  God,  from  tears  ! 
Every  step  thy  love  attend, 

And  my  soul  from  death  defend  ! 

365.  C.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

MORNING    HYMN. 

1  Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright, 

Implore  we,  bending  low, 
That  He,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 

2  No  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong, 

.Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove, 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 


OCCASIONAL. 


And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 

Securely  keep,  O  God, 
Our  hearts,  beleaguered  by  the  foe 

That  tempts  our  every  road. 

And  grant  that  to  thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend  ; 
That  we  begin  it  at  thy  word, 

And  in  thy  favor  end. 


366.  L.    M.  PlERPONT. 

MORNING    HYMN    FOR    A    CHILD. 

i    O  God  !  I  thank  thee  that  the  night 


In  peace  and  rest  hath  passed  away, 

And  that  I  see  in  this  fair  light 

My  Father's  smile,  that  makes  it  day. 

Be  thou  my  guide,  and  let  me  live 
As  under  thine  all-seeing  e}'e  ; 
Supply  my  wants,  my  sins  forgive, 
And  make  me  happy  when  I  die. 


367.  P.  M.  heber. 

EVENING    ASPIRATION. 

God  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light ! 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night  ! 
May  thine  angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night  ! 


EVENING. 


368.  7s.  M.  St.  Gregory. 

EVENING    HYMN. 

i    Source  of  light  and  life  divine  ! 
Thou  didst  cause  the  light  to  shine  ; 
Thou  didst  bring  thy  sunbeams  forth 
O'er  thy  new-created  earth. 

2  Shade  of  night  and  morning  ray 
Took  from  thee  the  name  of  day  : 
Now  again  the  shades  are  nigh, 
Listen  to  thy  children's  cry  ! 

3  May  we  ne'er,  by  guilt  depressed, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest  ; 
May  no  thoughts,  corrupt  and  vain, 
Draw  our  souls  to  earth  again. 

4  Rather  help  them  still  to  rise 
Where  our  dearest  treasure  lies  ; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 
Make  us  struggle  into  life. 


db9.  L.  M.  *  Wordsworth. 

EVENING    HYMN. 

1  Up  to  the  throne  of  God  is  borne 
The  voice  of  praise  at  early  morn, 
And  he  accepts  the  simple  hymn 
Sung  as  the  light  of  day  grows  dim. 

2  Look  up  to  heaven  !  the  obedient  sun 
Already  through  his  course  hath  run  ; 
He  cannot  halt  or  go  astray, 

But  our  immortal  spirits  may. 

22* 


OCCASIONAL. 

3  Lord,  since  his  rising  in  the  east, 
If  we  have  faltered  or  transgressed, 
Guide,  from  thy  love's  abundant  source, 
What  yet  remains  of  this  day's  course. 

4  Help  with  thy  grace,  through  all  life's  day, 
Our  upward  and  our  downward  way  ; 
And  glorify  for  us  the  west, 

When  we  shall  sink  into  our  rest. 

o70.  P.  M.  Anonymous. 

VESPERS. 

1  Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining  ; 
Father  in  heaven  !  the  day  is  declining  ; 
Safety  and  innocence  flee  with  the  light, 
Temptation   and  danger   walk  forth   with  the 

night  ; 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning  bells 

chime, 
O,  shield  us   from  danger  and  keep  us  from 

crime  ! 
Father  !  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ  our 

Lord  !     Amen  ! 

2  Father  in  heaven  !  O,  hear,  when  we  call, 
Through  Jesus  Christ,  who  is  Saviour  of  all  ! 
Fainting  and  feeble,  we  trust  in  thy  might  ; 

In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be  our  light ; 
Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night  taper 

burns, 
And    wake   in   thy  arms   when    the    morning 

returns. 
Father  !  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ  our 

Lord  !     Amen  ! 


EVENING. 

871.  7S.    M.  *FuRNESS. 

THE    LIGHT    OF    STARS. 

i    Slowly,  by  God's  hand  unfurled, 
Down  around  the  weary  world 
Falls  the  darkness  ;  O,  how  still 
Is  the  working  of  his  will  ! 

2  Mighty  spirit !  ever  nigh, 
Work  in  me  as  silently  ; 

Veil  the  day's  distracting  sights, 
Show  me  heaven's  eternal  lights. 

3  Living  stars  to  view  be  brought 

In  the  boundless  realms  of  thought  ; 
High  and  infinite  desires, 
Flaming  like  those  upper  fires. 

4  Holy  Truth,  Eternal  Right, 
Let  them  break  upon  my  sight  ; 
Let  them  shine  serene  and  still, 
And  with  light  my  being  fill. 

372.  L.  M.  PlERPONT. 

EVENING    HYMN    FOR    A    CHILD. 

1  Another  day  its  course  hath  run, 
And  still,  O  God  !  thy  child  is  blest  ; 
For  thou  hast  been  by  day  my  sun, 
And  thou  wilt  be  by  night  my  rest. 

2  Sweet  sleep  descends,  my  eyes  to  close  ; 
And  now,  while  all  the  world  is  still, 

I  give  my  body  to  repose, 
My  spirit  to  my  Father's  will. 


OCCASIONAL. 

373,  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

THE    ETERNAL    SABBATH. 

i    Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows, 
On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thy  house  ; 
And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 
The  songs  which  from  thy  churches  rise. 

2  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  earnest  hope  and  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress  ; 
Nor  sin  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

4  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

5  O  long  expected  day,  begin  ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  ! 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  pass  through  death,  to  rest  with  God. 


374:,  C.  M.  Christian  Hymns. 

SABBATH    MORNING. 

i    How  sweet,  how  calm,  this  Sabbath  morn  ! 
How  pure  the  air  that  breathes  ! 
How  soft  the  sounds  upon  it  borne  ! 
How  light  its  vapor  wTreathes  ! 


THE    SABBATH. 

2  It  seems  as  if  the  Christian's  prayer, 

For  peace  and  joy  and  love, 
Were  answered  by  the  very  air 
That  wafts  its  strain  above. 

3  Let  each  unholy  passion  cease, 

Each  evil  thought  be  crushed, 
Each  anxious  care  that  mars  thy  peace 
In  Faith  and  Love  be  hushed. 


375,  L.  M.  *  Montgomery. 

SABBATH    EVENING. 

1  Within  thy  courts  have  millions  met, 
This  day,  O  God  !  before  thee  bowed  ; 
Their  faces  heavenward  were  set, 
Vows  with  their  lips  to  thee  they  vowed. 

2  Still  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 
O'er  island,  continent,  and  deep, 
Thy  far-spread  family  awoke, 
Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

3  From  east  to  west  the  sun  surveyed, 
From  north  to  south,  adoring  throngs  ; 
And  still  where  evening  stretched  her  shade, 
The  stars  came  forth  to  hear  their  songs. 

4  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 
Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain  ; 
To  hearts  that  sought  thee  thou  wast  nigh, 
Nor  hath  one  sought  thy  face  in  vain. 

5  The  poor  in  spirit  thou  hast  fed, 

The  feeble  soul  hath  strengthened  been, 
The  mourner  thou  hast  comforted, 
The  pure  in  heart  their  God  have  seen. 


OCCASIONAL. 

6    And  thou,  soul-searching  God  !  hast  known 
The  hearts  of  all  that  bent  the  knee, 
And  all  their  prayers  have  reached  thy  throne, 
In  soul  and  truth  who  worshipped  thee. 

376.  C.  M.  * 

BAPTISM. 

1  When  from  the  Jordan's  gleaming  wave 

Came  forth  the  Sinless  One, 
A  voice  athwart  the  heavens  flashed, 
"  Lo  !  my  beloved  son  !  " 

2  The  Baptist,  gazing  on  his  face, 

With  the  soul's  radiance  bright, 
Beheld  upon  his  sacred  head 
A  snow-white  dove  alight. 

3  Now  with  baptismal  waters  touched, 

Thy  child,  O  Father,  see  ; 
His  heart  and  soul,  his  mind  and  strength, 
He  consecrates  to  thee. 

4  Send  down  on  him  thy  spirit-dove, 

As  on  thy  Sinless  One  ; 
Seal  him  in  purity  and  love, 
A  dear  and  chosen  son  ! 


377.  L.  M.  W.  Boston  Coll. 

BAPTISM    OF    A    CHILD. 

l    This  child  we  dedicate  to  thee, 
O  God  of  grace  and  purity  ! 
Shield  it  from  sin  and  threatening  wrong, 
And  let  thy  love  its  life  prolong. 


BAPTISM. 


O,  may  thy  spirit  gently  draw 
Its  willing  soul  to  keep  thy  law  ; 
May  virtue,  piety,  and  truth 
Dawn  even  with  its  dawning  youth  ! 

We,  too,  before  thy  gracious  sight, 
Once  shared  the  blest  baptismal  rite, 
And  would  renew  its  solemn  vow, 
With  love,  and  thanks,  and  praises,  now. 

Grant  that,  with  true  and  faithful  heart, 
We  still  may  act  the  Christian's  part, 
Cheered  by  each  promise  thou  hast  given, 
And  laboring  for  the  prize  in  heaven. 


Ol  8.  S.  M.  Clarke's  Coll. 

BAPTISM    OF    A    CHILD. 

1  To  thee,  O  God  in  heaven, 
This  little  one  we  bring, 

Giving  to  thee  what  thou  hast  given, 
Our  dearest  offering. 

2  Into  a  world  of  toil 
These  little  feet  will  roam, 

Where  sin  its  purity  may  soil, 
Where  care  and  grief  may  come. 

3  O,  then,  let  thy  pure  love, 
With  influence  serene, 

Come  down,  like  water,  from  above, 
To  comfort  and  make  clean. 


OCCASIONAL. 
o7".  S.  M.  Clarke's  Coll. 

BAPTISM    OF    CHILDREN. 

i    To  Him  who  children  blest, 
And  suffered  them  to  come, 

To  Him  who  took  them  to  his  breast, 
We  bring  these  children  home. 

2  To  thee,  O  God,  whose  face 
Their  spirits  still  behold, 

We  bring  them,  praying  that  thy  grace 
May  keep,  thine  arms  enfold. 

3  And  as  this  water  falls 

On  each  unconscious  brow, 
Thy  holy  spirit  grant,  O  Lord, 
To  keep  them  pure  as  now. 

380.  C.  M.  Gaskell. 

MARRIAGE    HYMN. 

1  We  join  to  pray,  with  wishes  kind, 

A  blessing,  Lord,  from  thee, 
On  those  who  now  the  bands  have  twined, 
Which  ne'er  may  broken  be. 

2  We  know  that  scenes  not  always  bright 

Must  unto  them  be  given  ; 
But  let  there  shine  o'er  all  the  light 
Of  love,  and  truth,  and  heaven. 

3  Still  hand  in  hand,  their  journey  through, 

Meek  pilgrims  may  they  go  ; 
Mingling  their  joys  as  helpers  true, 
And  sharing  every  woe. 

4  In  faith,  and  trust,  and  heart  the  same, 

The  same  their  home  above  ; 
May  each  in  each  still  feed  the  flame 
Of  pure  and  holy  love. 


MARRIAGE 


381.  7s.  M.  *  Miriam. 

MARRIAGE    HYMN. 

1  Father,  in  thy  presence  now 
Has  been  pledged  the  nuptial  vow  ; 
Heart  to  heart,  as  hand  in  hand, 
Linked  in  one  thy  children  stand. 

2  God  of  grace  !  this  union  bless, 
Not  with  earth's  low  happiness  ; 
But  with  joys  whose  heavenly  spring 
Shall  diviner  raptures  bring. 

3  May  these  blended  souls  be  found 
Firm  in  duty's  active  round, 
Daily  every  burden  share, 
Nightly  seek  thy  shadowing  care. 

4  When  against  their  trembling  forms 
Shoot  the  arrows  of  life's  storms  ; 
Or  when  age  and  sickness  wait 
Heralds  at  life's  parting  gate  ;  — 

5  In  the  fulness  of  belief, 

May  they  look  beyond  the  grief ; 
And  together  fearless  tread 
Down  the  pathway  of  the  dead. 


382.  L.  M.  Norton. 

DEDICATION    OF    A    CHURCH. 

l    Where  ancient  forests  widely  spread, 
Where  bends  the  cataract's  ocean-fall  ; 
On  the  lone  mountain's  silent  head, 
There  are  thy  temples,  God  of  all  ! 
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OCCASIONAL. 

2  The  tombs  thine  altars  are  ;  for  there, 
When  earthly  loves  and  hopes  have  fled, 
To  thee  ascends  the  spirit's  prayer, 
Thou  God  of  the  immortal  dead  ! 

3  All  space  is  holy,  for  all  space 

Is  filled  by  thee  ;  —  but  human  thought 
Burns  clearer  in  some  chosen  place, 
Where  thy  own  words  of  love  are  taught. 

4  Here  be  they  taught  ;  and  may  we  know 
That  faith  thy  servants  knew  of  old, 
Which  onward  bears,  through  weal  or  woe, 
Till  death  the  gates  of  heaven  unfold. 

5  Nor  we  alone  ;  may  those  whose  brow 
Shows  yet  no  trace  of  human  cares 
Hereafter  stand  where  we  do  now, 
And  raise  to  thee  still  holier  prayers. 

383.  C.  M.  Bryant. 

DEDICATION    HYMN. 

i    O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 
Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee. 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  courts  to  bide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth,  without  end, 
Serenely  by  thy  side. 

3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 

Be  taught  the  better  way  ; 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray  ! 


ORDINATION. 

4   May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 
And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies  ! 

384.  C.  M.  < 

ORDINATION    HYMN. 

i    O  God,  thy  children,  gathered  here, 
Thy  blessing  now  we  wait ; 
Thy  servant,  girded  for  his  work, 
Stands  at  the  temple's  gate. 

2  A  holy  purpose  in  his  heart 

Has  deepened  calm  and  still  ; 
Now  from  his  childhood's  Nazareth 
He  comes,  to  do  thy  will  ! 

3  And  wet  with  Jordan's  symbol-wave, 

With  noble  hopes  elate, 
He  all  his  powers  to  God  and  man 
Anew  doth  consecrate. 

4  O  Father,  keep  his  soul  alive 

To  every  hope  of  good  ; 
And  may  his  life  of  love  proclaim 
Man's  truest  brotherhood  ! 

5  O  Father,  keep  his  spirit  quick 

To  every  form  of  wrong  ; 
And  in  the  ear  of  sin  and  self 
May  his  rebuke  be  strong  ! 

6  And  as  he  doth  Christ's  footsteps  press, 

If  e'er  his  faith  grow  dim, 
Then,  in  the  dreary  wilderness, 
Thine  angels  strengthen  him  ! 


OCCASIONAL. 

7  And  give  him  in  thy  holy  work 

Patience  to  wait  thy  time, 
And,  toiling  still  with  man,  to  breathe 
The  soul's  serener  clime. 

8  And  grant  him  many  souls  to  lead 

Into  thy  perfect  rest ; 
Bless  thou  him,  Father,  and  his  flock  : 
Bless  !  and  they  shall  be  blest  ! 


385.  C.  M. 

ORDINATION. 

1  Preach  ye  the  gospel  in  my  name, 

Said  he  of  Bethlehem  ; 
Teach  of  a  crown  more  glorious 
Than  earthly  diadem. 

2  Teach  ye  as  I  have  taught,  in  love  ; 

Be  hate  unthought,  unspoken  ; 
Bind  up  the  bleeding  heart,  nor  let 
The  bruised  reed  be  broken. 

3  If  any  scorn  ye  for  the  truth 

Which  ye  shall  publish  free, 
Think  of  the  lonely  midnight  hour 
In  dark  Gethsemane. 

4  Think  of  my  prayers  on  Olivet, 

My  musings  by  the  sea  ; 
And  though  the  heavy  chain  may  bind, 
That  truth  shall  make  you  free. 


FAST. 


386.  L.  M.  , 

ORDINATION. 

1  Thy  servant's  sandals,  Lord,  are  wet 
With  Jordan's  wave  but  lately  met, 
And  in  that  sacred  river  fall 

The  olden  thoughts,  the  spirit's  pall. 

2  He  stands  upon  the  holy  land, 
And  angels  take  his  trustful  hand  ; 
The  Jordan  sanctifies  his  breast, 
And  Christ  now  leads  him  to  his  rest. 

3  His  rest  ?  his  battle  !  he  must  win 
Fair  Zion's  gate  through  ranks  of  sin  ; 
Why  are  these  words,  this  solemn  show, 
If  sin  be  not  his  deadly  foe  ? 

4  There  gathers  here  no  heavenly  host, 
No  fiery  tongues  of  Pentecost,  — 
No  gentle  dove  with  winnowing  wings 
The  spirit  to  thy  servant  brings. 

5  The  still,  small  voice  hath  called  him  here, 
And  thus  is  God  himself  most  near  ; 

My  people,  lift  your  hearts  in  prayer, 
And  keep  your  God  for  ever  there. 

OoT.  S.  M.  Drummond. 

A   PUBLIC    FAST. 

i    "  Is  this  a  fast  for  me  ? 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  our  God  ; 
"  A  day  for  man  to  vex  his  soul, 

x\nd  feel  affliction's  rod  ? 

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OCCASIONAL. 

2  "  No  ;  is  not  this  alone 
The  sacred  fast  I  choose  : 

Oppression's  yoke  to  burst  in  twain, 
The  bands  of  guilt  unloose  ? 

3  "  To  nakedness  and  want 
Your  food  and  raiment  deal, 

To  dwell  your  kindred  race  among, 
And  all  their  sufferings  heal  ? 

4  "  Then,  like  the  morning  ray, 
Shall  spring  your  health  and  light  ; 

Before  you,  righteousness  shall  shine, 
Behind,  my  glory  bright  !  " 


388.  7  &  6s.  M.  Italian 

PRAYER    OF    A    STRICKEN    PEOPLE. 

1  O  Thou,  whose  power  stupendous 

Upholds  the  starry  sky, 
Thy  grace  preserving  send  us,  — 
To  Thee,  O  Lord,  we  cry. 

2  From  wilds  of  fearful  error, 

Wherein  we  darkly  stray, 
Oppressed  with  doubt  and  terror, 
For  saving  aid  we  pray.    , 

3  O  God  of  mercy,  hear  us  ! 

Our  pain,  our  sorrow,  see  ; 
Thy  healing  pity  spare  us, 
And  bring  us  home  to  thee  ! 


NEW    YEAR. 
o89.  6s.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    NEW    YEAR. 

1  Joy  !  joy  !  a  year  is  born  ; 
A  year  to  man  is  given, 

For  hope,  and  peace,  and  love, 
For  faith,  and  truth,  and  heaven. 
Though  earth  be  dark  with  care, 
With  death  and  sorrow  rife, 
Toil,  agony,  and  prayer 
Lead  to  our  higher  life. 

2  Behold,  the  fields  are  white  ! 
No  longer  idly  stand  ! 

Go  forth  in  love  and  might  ; 
Man  needs  thy  helping  hand. 
Thus  may  each  day  and  year 
To  prayer  and  toil  be  given, 
Till  man  to  God  draw  near, 
And  earth  become  like  heaven. 

390.  C  M.  Gaskell. 

A   NEW    YEAR. 

i    Father  !  throughout  the  coming  year 
We  know  not  what  shall  be, 
But  we  would  leave  without  a  fear 
Its  ordering  all  to  thee. 

2    It  may  be  we  shall  toil  in  vain 
For  what  the  world  holds  fair, 
And  all  its  good  we  thought  to  gain 
Deceive,  and  prove  but  care. 


OCCASIONAL. 

3  It  may  be  it  shall  darkly  blend 

Our  love  with  anxious  fears, 
And  snatch  away  the  valued  friend, 
The  tried  of  many  years. 

4  It  may  be  it  shall  bring  us  days 

And  nights  of  lingering  pain, 
And  bid  us  take  our  farewell  gaze 
Of  these  loved  haunts  of  men. 

5  But  calmly,  Lord,  on  thee  we  rest ; 

No  fears  our  trust  shall  move  ; 
Thou  knowest  what  for  each  is  best. 
And  thou  art  perfect  love. 

«391.  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

THE    GOD    OF    SPRING. 

1  Praise  and  thanks  and  cheerful  love 
Rise  from  every  thing  below, 

To  the  mighty  One  above, 
Who  his  wondrous  love  doth  show  : 
Praise  him,  each  created  thing  ! 
God,  your  Father  !  God  of  spring  ! 

2  Praise  him,  trees  so  lately  bare  ; 
Praise  him,  fresh  and  new-born  flowers  ; 
All  ye  creatures  of  the  air  ; 

All  ye  soft-descending  showers  : 
Praise,  with  each  awakening  thing, 
Praise  your  Maker,  —  God  of  spring  ! 

3  Praise  him,  man  !  —  thy  fitful  heart 
Let  this  balmy  season  move 

To  employ  its  noblest  part, 
Softest  mercy,  sweetest  love,  — - 
Blessing,  with  each  living  thing, 
God  the  bounteous,  —  God  of  spring. 


SPRING. 

392.  7  &  6s.  M.  W.  V. 

SPRING. 

1  There  cometh  o'er  the  spirit, 

With  each  returning  year, 
The  thought  that  Thou,  the  Father, 

Art  ever  to  us  near  ; 
With  hope  of  life  dispelling 

The  death  that  winter  brought ; 
And  flowers  and  fruits  foretelling, 

With  fragrant  beauty  fraught. 

2  'T  is  this  which  calls  thy  children 

In  sweet  accord  to  raise, 
Beneath  thy  blue-domed  temple, 

One  general  hymn  of  praise 
To  Thee,  the  ever-living, 

The  universal  King, 
Who  never  ceasest  giving 

Each  good  and  perfect  thing. 

3  The  streamlet  from  the  mountain,  — 

It  speaketh,  Lord,  of  thee, 
As  from  its  snow-capped  fountain 

It  rushes  to  the  sea  ; 
The  gentle  dew  descending, 

And  cloud's  refreshing  shower, — 
O  God,  our  Heavenly  Father, 

All,  all,  proclaim  thy  power. 


OCCASIONAL. 

393.  8  &  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

HYMN    OF    SPRING. 

1  Praise  the  Lord,  when  blushing  morning 

Wakes  the  blossoms  fresh  with  dew  ! 
When  the  world,  again  created, 
Beams  with  beauties  fair  and  new  ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  when  early  breezes 

Come  so  fragrant  from  the  flowers  ! 
Praise,  thou  willow  by  the  brookside  ! 
Praise,  ye  birds,  among  the  bowers  ! 

3  Praise  the  Lord  !  and  may  his  blessing 

Guide  us  in  the  way  of  truth, 
Keep  our  feet  from  paths  of  error, 
Make  us  holy  in  our  youth. 

4  Praise  the  Lord,  ye  hosts  of  heaven  ! 

Angels,  sing  your  sweetest  lays  ! 
All  things,  utter  forth  his  glory  ! 
Sound  aloud  Jehovah's  praise  ! 

394.  CM.  J.  Richardson. 

THE    HYMN    OF    SUMMER. 

i    How  glad  the  tone  when  summer's  sun 
Wreathes  the  gay  world  with  flowers, 
And  trees  bend  down  with  golden  fruit, 
And  birds  are  in  the  bowers  ! 

2    The  morn  sends  silent  music  down 
Upon  each  earthly  thing  ; 
And  always  since  creation's  dawn 
The  stars  together  sing. 


SUMMER. 

3  Shall  man  remain  in  silence,  then, 

While  all  beneath  the  skies 
The  chorus  joins  ?  no,  let  us  sing, 
And  while  our  voices  rise, 

4  O,  let  our  lives,  great  God,  breathe  forth 

A  constant  melody  ; 
And  every  action  be  a  tone 
In  that  sweet  hymn  to  thee  ! 


395.  C.  M.  E.  Taylor. 

SUMMER. 

i    There  's  life  abroad  ;  from  each  green  tree 

A  busy  murmur  swells  ; 
The  bee  is  up  at  early  dawn, 

Stirring  the  cowslip-bells. 
There  's  motion  in  the  lightest  leaf 

That  trembles  on  the  stream  ; 
The  insect  scarce  an  instant  rests, 

Light  dancing  in  the  beam. 

2   All  speaks  of  life  ;  and  louder  still 

The  spirit  speaks  within, 
O'erpowering,  with  its  strong,  deep  voice, 

The  world's  incessant  din. 
There  's  life  without  ;  and,  better  far, 

Within  there  's  life  and  power, 
And  liberty  of  heart  and  mind 

To  love,  believe,  adore. 


OCCASIONAL. 

396.  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

THANKSGIVING    TO    THE    GOD    OF    THE    HARVEST. 

1  Fountain  of  life,  and  God  of  love  ! 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hides  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  marks  its  secret  birth, 
And  sends  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord,  is  thine, 

Its  mild,  refreshing  showers  ; 
Thou  giv'st  the  ripening  suns  to  shine, 
And  summer's  golden  hours. 

4  Thy  quickening  life,  for  ever  near, 

Matures  the  swelling  grain  ; 
The  bounteous  harvest  crowns  the  year, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

§   With  thankful  hearts  we  trace  thy  way 
Through  all  our  smiling  vales  ; 
Thou,  by  whose  love,  nor  night  nor  day, 
Seed-time  nor  harvest,  fails. 

397.  10  &  lis.  M.  *  Doddridge. 

THANKSGIVING   FOR    THE    FRUITS    OF    THE    EARTH. 

l    House  of  our  God,  with  cheerful  anthems  ring, 
While  all  our  lips  and  hearts  his  mercies  sing  ; 
The  fruitful  year  his  bounties  shall  proclaim, 
And  all  its  days  be  vocal  with  his  name. 
The  Lord  is  good,  his  mercy  never-ending, 
His  blessings  in  perpetual  showers  descending. 


THANKSGIVING    FOR    THE    HARVEST. 

2  The  earth,  enlightened  by  his  rays  divine, 
Brought  forth  the  grass,  and  corn,  and  oil,  and 

wine  ; 
Crowned  with  his  goodness, let  the  people  meet, 
And  lay  their  thankful  offerings  at  his  feet  ; 
With  grateful  love  that  hand  divine  confessing, 
Which  on  each  heart  bestoweth  every  blessing. 

3  His  mercy  never  ends  ;  the  dawn,  the  shade, 
Still  see  new  beauties  through  new  scenes  dis- 
played ; 

Succeeding  ages  bless  this  sure  abode, 
And  children  lean  upon  their  fathers'  God  : 
The  soul  of  man,  through  its  immense  duration, 
Drinks  from  this  source  immortal  consolation. 

4  Burst  into  praise,  my  soul  !  all  nature,  join  ! 
Angels  and  men,  in  harmony  combine  ! 
While  human  years  are  measured  by  the  sun, 
And  while  eternity  its  course  shall  run, 

His  goodness,  in  perpetual  showers  descending, 
Exalt  in  songs  and  raptures  never-ending  ! 


oV)o.  L«  M.  SlGOURNEY. 

THE  YEAR  CROWNED  WITH  GOODNESS. 

l    God  of  the  year  !  with  songs  of  praise, 
And  hearts  of  love,  we  come  to  bless 
Thy  bounteous  hand,  for  thou  hast  shed 
Thy  manna  o'er  our  wilderness. 

In  early  spring-time  thou  didst  fling 
O'er  earth  its  robe  of  blossoming  ; 
And  its  sweet  treasures,  day  by  day, 
Rose  quickening  in  thy  blessed  ray. 
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OCCASIONAL. 

3  God  of  the  seasons  !  thou  hast  blest 
The  land  with  sunlight  and  with  showers  ; 
And  plenty  o'er  its  bosom  smiles, 

To  crown  the  sweet  autumnal  hours. 

4  Praise,  praise  to  thee  !    Our  hearts  expand, 
To  view  these  blessings  of  thy  hand, 

And  on  the  incense-breath  of  love 
Ascend  to  their  bright  home  above. 


399.  C    M.  BOWRING. 

THE    HYMN    OF     THE    SEASONS. 

i    The  heavenly  spheres  to  thee,  O  God, 

Attune  their  evening  hymn  ; 
All-wise,  all-holy,  thou  art  praised 

In  song  of  seraphim  ! 
Unnumbered  systems,  suns,  and  worlds 

Unite  to  worship  thee, 
While  thy  majestic  greatness  fills 

Space,  time,  eternity. 

2  Nature,  a  temple  worthy  thee, 

Beams  with  thy  light  and  love  ; 
Whose  flowers  so  sweetly  bloom  below, 

Whose  stars  rejoice  above  ; 
Whose  altars  are  the  mountain-cliffs 

That  rise  along  the  shore  ; 
Whose  anthems,  the  sublime  accord 

Of  storm  and  ocean-roar. 

3  Her  song  of  gratitude  is  sung 

By  Spring's  awakening  hours  ; 
Her  Summer  offers  at  thy  shrine 
Its  earliest,  loveliest  flowers  ; 


CLOSE    OF    THE    YEAR. 

Her  Autumn  brings  its  golden  fruits, 

In  glorious  luxury  given  ; 
While  Winter's  silver  heights  reflect 

Thy  brightness  back  to  heaven. 

400.  10s.  M.  E.Taylor. 

THE    CHANGING    YEAR. 

1  God  of  the  changing  year,  whose  arm  of  power 
In  safety  leads  through  danger's  darkest  hour,  — 
Here  in  thy  temple  bow  thy  creatures  down, 
To  bless  thy  mercy,  and  thy  might  to  own. 

2  Thine  are  the  beams  that  cheer  us  on  our  way, 
And  pour  around  the  gladdening  light  of  day  ; 
Thine  is  the  night,  and  the  fair  orbs  that  shine 
To  cheer  its  hours  of  darkness,  —  all  are  thine. 

3  If  round  our  path  the  thorns  of  sorrow  grew, 
And  mortal  friends  were  faithless,  thou  werttrue  ; 
Did  sickness  shake  the  frame,  or  anguish  tear 
The  wounded  spirit,  thou  wert  present  there. 

4  O,  lend  thine  ear,  and  lift  our  voice  to  thee  ; 
Where'er  we  dwell,  still  let  thy  mercy  be  ; 
From  year  to  year,  still  nearer  to  thy  shrine 
Draw  our  frail  hearts,  and  make  them  wholly 

thine. 

401.  CM.  Gaskell. 

CLOSE    OF    THE    YEAR. 

l    O  God  !  to  thee  our  hearts  would  pay 
Their  gratitude  sincere, 
Whose  love  hath  kept  us,  night  and  day, 
Throughout  another  year. 


OCCASIONAL. 

2  Of  every  breath,  and  every  power, 

Thou  wast  the  gracious  source  ; 
From  thee  came  every  happy  hour 
Which  smiled  along  its  course. 

3  And  if  sometimes  across  our  path 

A  cloud  its  shadows  threw, 
Thou  didst  not  waft  it  there  in  wrath, 
But  loving-kindness  true. 

4  For  joy  and  grief  alike  we  pay 

Our  thanks  to  thee  above  ; 
And  only  pray  to  grow  each  day 
More  worthy  of  thy  love. 


402.  L.  M.  *  J.  Taylor. 

THE   WORTH    OF    YEARS. 

1  Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain, 
Or  clouds  that  roll  successive  on, 
Man's  busy  generations  pass  ; 

And  while  we  gaze,  their  forms  are  gone. 

2  O  Father,  in  whose  mighty  hand 
The  boundless  years  and  ages  lie, 
Teach  us  thy  boon  of  life  to  prize, 
And  use  the  moments  as  they  fly  ;  — 

3  To  crowd  the  narrow  span  of  life 
With  wise  designs  and  virtuous  deeds  : 
So  shall  we  pass  through  death's  still  sleep, 
To  nobler  service  that  succeeds. 


FUNERAL. 

403.  P.    M.  MlLMAN. 

FUNERAL    HYMN. 

1  Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us, 

And  thy  saintly  soul  is  flown, 
Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye, 

And  sorrow  is  unknown  ; 
From  the  burden  of  the  flesh, 

And  from  care  and  fear  released, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2  Sin  no  more  can  taint  thy  spirit, 

Nor  can  doubt  thy  faith  assail  ; 
Thy  soul  its  welcome  has  received, 

Thy  strength  shall  never  fail  ; 
And  thou  'rt  sure  to  meet  the  good, 

Whom  on  earth  thou  lovedst  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  To  thy  silent  grave  we  bear  thee, 

There  in  dust  we  place  thy  head  ; 
We  lay  the  turf  above  thee  now, 

And  seal  thy  narrow  bed  ; 
But  thy  spirit  soars  away, 

Free,  among  the  faithful  blest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

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OCCASIONAL. 


404.  C.  M.  Whittier. 

NOT  LOST,  BUT  GONE  BEFORE. 

i    Another  hand  is  beckoning  us, 
Another  call  is  given  ; 
And  glows  once  more  with  angel  steps 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 

2  O,  half  we  deemed  she  needed  not 

The  changing  of  her  sphere, 

To  give  to  heaven  a  shining  one, 

Who  walked  an  angel  here. 

3  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 

One  thought  hath  reconciled  ; 
That  he  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
Hath  taken  home  his  child. 

4  Fold  her,  O  Father,  in  thine  arms, 

And  let  her  henceforth  be 
A  messenger  of  love  between 
Our  human  hearts  and  thee. 

5  Still  let  her  mild  rebukings  stand 

Between  us  and  the  wrong, 
And  her  dear  memory  serve  to  make 
Our  faith  in  goodness  strong. 

405.  7s.  M.  J.  H.  Bancroft. 

THE    CHRISTIAN'S    BURIAL. 

i    Brother,  though  from  yonder  sky 
Cometh  neither  voice  nor  cry, 
Yet  we  know  for  thee  to-day 
Every  pain  hath  passed  away. 


FUNERAL. 

2  Not  for  thee  shall  tears  be  given, 
Child  of  God,  and  heir  of  heaven  ; 
For  he  gave  thee  sweet,  release  ; 
Thine  the  Christian's  death  of  peace. 

3  Well  we  know  thy  living  faith 
Had  the  power  to  conquer  death ; 
As  a  living  rose  may  bloom 

By  the  border  of  the  tomb. 

4  Brother,  in  that  solemn  trust 
We  commend  thy  dust  to  dust  ; 
In  that  faith  we  wait,  till,  risen, 
Thou  shalt  meet  us  all  in  heaven. 

5  While  we  weep  as  Jesus  wept, 
Thou  shalt  sleep  as  Jesus  slept  ; 
Then  with  Jesus  thou  shalt  rest, 
Crowned,  and  glorified,  and  blest. 

406.  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

FUNERAL    HYMN. 

i    Clay  to  clay,  and  dust  to  dust  ! 
Let  them  mingle,  —  for  they  must  ! 
Give  to  earth  the  earthly  clod, 
For  the  spirit 's  fled  to  God. 

2  Never  more  shall  midnight's  damp 
Darken  round  this  mortal  lamp  ; 
Never  more  shall  noonday's  glance 
Search  this  mortal  countenance. 

3  Look  aloft  !     The  spirit 's  risen  ;  — 
Death  cannot  the  soul  imprison  : 

'T  is  in  heaven  that  spirits  dwell, 
Glorious,  though  invisible. 


OCCASIONAL. 


Thither  let  us  turn  our  view  ; 
Peace  is  there,  and  comfort  too  ; 
There  shall  those  we  love  be  found, 
Tracing  joy's  eternal  round. 


407.  C.  M.  Dale. 

"  WEEP    NOT." 

i    Dear  as  thou  wast,  and  justly  dear, 
We  would  not  weep  for  thee  ; 
One  thought  shall  check  the  starting  tear,-— 
It  is  —  that  thou  art  free. 

2  And  thus  shall  faith's  consoling  power 

The  tears  of  love  restrain  ; 
O,  who  that  saw  thy  parting  hour 
Could  wish  thee  here  again  ? 

3  Gently  the  passing  spirit  fled, 

Sustained  by  grace  divine  ; 
O,  may  such  grace  on  us  be  shed, 
And  make  our  end  like  thine  ! 


408.  10s.  M.  Montgomery. 

DEATH    IN    MANHOOD. 

1  Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime, 
In  full  activity  of  zeal  and  power  : 

A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time  ; 

The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's  hour. 

2  Go  to  the  grave  ;  at  noon  from  labor  cease  ; 
Rest  on  thy  sheaves,  thy  harvest  work  is  done ; 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace, 
Soldier,  go  home  ;  with  thee  the  field  is  won. 


FUNERAL. 


3  Go  to  the  grave,  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay, 
In  death's  embraces,  ere  he  rose  on  high  ; 
And  all  the  ransomed,  by  that  narrow  way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave,  —  no,  to  thy  home  above  ; 
Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  perfect  love, 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  word. 


409.  P.  M.  Heber. 

THE    RESURRECTION    AND    THE   LIFE. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the 
tomb  ; 
The   Saviour  has  passed   through  its   portals 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 
the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;   we  no  longer 

behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by 
thy  side  ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  en- 
fold thee, 
And  sinners   may  hope,  since   the    Sinless 
hath  died. 


OCCASIONAL. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  and,  its  mansion 

forsaking, 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered 
long  ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on 
thy  waking, 

And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the  sera- 
phim's song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not 

deplore  thee, 
Since  God  was  thy  refuge,  thy  guardian,  thy 
guide  ; 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore 
thee  ; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 


410.  C.  M.  Hemans. 

DEATH    OF    THE    YOUNG. 

i   Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 
Fair  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ! 
E'en  while  with  us  thy  footstep  trod, 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath  ! 

Soul,  to  its  home  on  high  ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death 
No  more  may  fear  to  die. 

3  Lone  are  the  paths,  and  sad  the  hours, 

Since  thy  meek  spirit 's  gone  ; 

But,  O,  a  brighter  home  than  ours, 

In  heaven,  is  now  thine  own  ! 


FUNERAL. 

411.  8  &  7s.  M.  Briggs's  Coll. 

DEATH   OF    A   CHILD. 

1  Fare  thee  well,  our  fondly  cherished  ! 

Dear,  dear  blossom,  fare  thee  well ! 
He  who  lent  thee  hath  recalled  thee, 
Back  with  him  and  his  to  dwell. 

2  Like  a  sunbeam  through  our  dwelling 

Shone  thy  presence,  bright  and  calm  ; 
Thou  didst  add  a  zest  to  pleasure  ; 
To  our  sorrows  thou  wert  balm. 

3  Yet  while  mourning,  O  our  lost  one, 

Come  no  visions  of  despair  ! 
Seated  on  thy  tomb,  Faith's  angel 
Saith,  thou  art  not,  art  not  there. 

4  Where,  then,  art  thou  ?  with  the  Saviour, 

Blest,  for  ever  blest,  to  be  ; 
'Mid  the  sinless  little  children 

Who  have  heard  his  "Come  to  me." 

5  Passed  the  shades  of  death's  dark  valley, 

Thou  art  leaning  on  his  breast, 
Where  the  wicked  may  not  enter, 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

6  Plead,  that  in  a  Father's  mercy 

All  our  sins  may  be  forgiven  ; 
Angel !  plead,  that  thou  may'st  greet  us, 
Ransomed,  at  the  gates  of  heaven. 


OCCASIONAL. 


41a.  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

FUNERAL    HYMN    OF    A    CHILD. 

i    To  the  Father's  love  we  trust 
That  which  was  enshrined  in  dust ; 
"While  we  give  the  earth  to  earth, 
Finds  the  soul  its  heavenly  birth. 
Angels  wait  the  angel  child, 
Gentle,  young,  and  undefiled. 

2  Said  not  oft  those  pleading  eyes, 
That  they  longed  for  purer  skies  ? 
Did  not  oft  the  falling  tear 
Speak  of  roughening  billows  here  ? 
Prayed  ye  not  that  she  might  rest 
On  her  Heavenly  Father's  breast  ? 

3  Give  the  spirit,  then,  to  God, 
And  its  vesture  to  the  sod  ; 
Life,  henceforth,  shall  have  a  ray 
Kindled  ne'er  to  pass  away, 
And  a  light  from  angel  eyes 
Draw  us  upward  to  the  skies. 


413.  8  &  7s.  M.  Beard's  Coll. 

DEATH    OF    A    CHILD. 

i    Mother,  mother  !  cease  thy  weeping, 
Though  thy  babe  his  eyelids  close  ; 
In  his  Father's  bosom  sleeping, 
He  shall  find  his  best  repose. 


CHARITAELE. 

O'er  his  pillow,  mute  with  anguish, 
Thou  may'st  not  despairing  bend  ; 

He  with  pain  no  more  shall  languish, 
Here  his  infant  trials  end. 

Parents,  ye  awhile  may  sorrow  ; 

Nature  spake  when  Jesus  wept ; 
But  your  grief  a  light  shall  borrow 

From  the  tomb  where  he  hath  slept. 

No ;  your  loved  one  hath  not  perished  ; 

With  his  Saviour  he  is  blest, 
Who  on  earth  young  children  cherished, 

Gently  gathering  to  his  breast. 


414.  8  &  7s.  M.  PlERPONT. 

FOR   A   CHARITABLE    OCCASION. 

i   Mighty  One,  whose  name  is  holy, 

Thou  wilt  save  thy  work  alive  ; 
And  the  spirit  of  the  lowly 

Thou  wilt  visit  and  revive. 
What  thy  prophets  thus  have  spoken, 

Ages  witness  as  they  roll ; 
Bleeding  hearts  and  spirits  broken, 

Touched  by  thee,  O  God,  are  whole. 

2   By  thy  pitying  spirit  guided, 

Jesus  sought  the  sufferer's  door  ; 
Comfort  for  the  poor  provided, 

And  the  mourner's  sorrows  bore  ;  — 
So,  it  is  thy  spirit  beaming 

In  their  face  who  man  revere, 
That  sustains  them  while  redeeming 
Sin's  pale  victims  from  despair. 
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OCCASIONAL. 

Father,  as  thy  love  is  endless, 

Working  by  thy  servants  thus, 
The  forsaken  and  the  friendless 

Deign  to  visit,  e'en  by  us  ; 
So  shall  each,  with  spirit  fervent 

Laboring  with  thee  here  below, 
Be  declared  thy  faithful  servant, 

Where  there  's  neither  want  nor  woe. 


415.  6  &  4s.  M.  Nicoll. 

GOD    SAVE    THE   POOR  ! 

i   Lord,  from  thy  blessed  throne, 
Sorrow  look  down  upon  ! 

God  save  the  Poor  ! 
Teach  them  true  liberty,  — 
Make  them  from  tyrants  free,  — 
Let  their  homes  happy  be  ! 

God  save  the  Poor  ! 

2  The  arms  of  wicked  men 

Do  thou  with  might  restrain,  — 

God  save  the  Poor  ! 
Raise  thou  their  lowliness,  — 
Succour  thou  their  distress,  — 
Thou  whom  the  meanest  bless  ! 

God  save  the  Poor  ! 

3  Give  them  stanch  honesty,  — 
Let  their  pride  manly  be,  — 

God  save  the  Poor  ! 
Help  them  to  hold  the  right, — 
Give  them  both  truth  and  might, 
Lord  of  all  life  and  light  ! 

God  save  the  Poor  ! 


MISSIONS. 

4X6.  7  &  6s.  M.  Hebkr. 

MISSIONARY    HYMN. 

i    From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ? 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Shall  learn  Messiah's  name. 


OCCASIONAL. 
417.  6  &  4s.  M.  Anonymous. 

"  HOW    BEAUTIFUL    UPON    THE    MOUNTAINS." 

1  Where,  for  a  thousand  miles, 
The  sweet  Ohio  smiles, 

On  bed  of  sand  ; 
Where  prairies  blossom  broad, 
Fair  gardens  sown  by  God, 
And  lakes  their  ocean-flood 

Pour  from  his  hand  ; 

2  Where  sleep  in  rest  profound, 
Beneath  each  ancient  mound, 

A  buried  race  ; 
There,  brother,  go  and  teach  ; 
From  heart  to  heart  shall  reach 
Thy  free  and  earnest  speech 

Of  heavenly  grace. 

3  Where  the  tall  forest  waves 
Above  those  mouldering  graves, 

God's  truth  declare  ; 
While  his  u  first  temples  "  spread 
Their  arches  o'er  thy  head, 
Lift,  o'er  the  slumbering  dead, 

The  voice  of  prayer. 

4  While  rolls  the  living  tide, 
Down  Alleghany's  side, 

Its  ceaseless  flood  ; 
Upon  the  mountains,  there, 
How  beautiful  appear 
The  feet  of  those  who  bear 

Tidings  of  good  ! 


MISSIONS. 

5    O  Thou,  whose  suns  and  rains 
Upon  those  mighty  plains 

Fall  evermore  ; 
Send  down  the  dews  of  peace, 
The  sun  of  righteousness, 
And  let  thy  light  increase 

From  shore  to  shore. 

418.  8  &  7s.  M.  A.  C.  Coxe. 

WESTERN    MISSIONS. 

1  Westward,  Lord,  the  world  alluring, 

Has  thy  risen  day-star  beamed, 
And,  the  sinking  soul  assuring, 

O'er  the  world's  wide  ocean  streamed. 
Westward,  still,  the  midnight  breaking, 

Westward,  still,  its  light  be  poured  ! 
Heathen  thy  possession  making, 

Utmost  lands  thy  dwelling,  Lord  ! 

2  Westward,  where  the  waving  prairie, 

Dark  as  slumbering  ocean,  lies, 
Let  thy  starlight,  Son  of  Mary, 

O'er  the  shadowed  billows  rise  ! 
Here  be  heard,  ye  herald  voices, 

Till  the  Lord  his  glory  shows, 
And  the  lonely  place  rejoices 

With  the  bloom  of  Sharon's  rose. 

3  Where  the  wilderness  is  lying, 

And  the  trees  of  ages  nod, 
Westward,  in  the  desert  crying, 

Make  a  highway  for  our  God. 
Westward,  till  the  Church  be  kneeling 

In  the  forest  aisles  so  dim, 
And  the  wildwood's  arches  pealing 

With  the  people's  holy  hymn. 
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OCCASIONAL. 

419.  6&4s.  M.  E.Davis. 

FOR   A   PEACE    MEETING. 

1  Not  with  the  flashing  steel, 
Not  with  the  cannon's  peal, 

Or  stir  of  drum  ; 
But  in  the  bonds  of  love, 
Our  white  flag  floats  above  ; 
Her  emblem  is  the  dove  ;  — 

'T  is  thus  we  come. 

2  The  laws  of  Christian  light,  — 
These  are  our  weapons  bright, 

Our  mighty  shield  ; 
Christ  is  our  leader  high  ; 
And  the  broad  plains  which  lie 
Beneath  the  blessed  sky, 

Our  battle-field. 

3  What  is  that  great  intent 
On  which  each  heart  is  bent, 

Our  hosts  among  ? 
It  is  that  hate  may  die, 
That  war's  red  curse  may  fly, 
And  war's  high  praise  for  aye 

No  more  be  sung. 

4  On,  then,  in  God's  great  name  ! 
Let  each  pure  spirit's  flame 

Burn  bright  and  clear  ; 
Stand  firmly  in  your  lot, 
Cry  ye  aloud,  doubt  not, 
Be  every  fear  forgot ; 

Christ  leads  us  here. 


TIME    OF    WAR. 

So  shall  earth's  distant  lands, 
In  happy,  holy  bands, 

One  brotherhood, 
Together  rise  and  sing, 
Gifts  to  one  altar  bring, 
And  heaven's  Eternal  King 

Pronounce  it  good. 


420.  10  &  6s.  M.  * 

IN    TIME   OF   WAR. 

1  Lord,  once  our  faith  in  man  no  fear  could  move ; 

Now  save  it  from  despair  ;  — 
The  trial  comes  ;  strengthen  the  might  of  love  : 
Father,  thou  nearest  prayer. 

2  Thou  hearest  ;  and  we  hear,  above  this  din, 

Thy  blessed  word  sound  clear  : 
"  I  purge  this  land  from  slavery  and  sin  ; 
The  reign  of  heaven  draws  near." 

3  O,  never  falter,  ye  who  strive  to  bring 

In  men  the  heavenly  birth  ; 
For  still  the  angel  hosts  unfaltering  sing, 
"  Peace  to  the  weary  earth  !  " 

4  O,  never  falter  !   peace  must  come  by  pain ; 

Heaven  is  not  found,  but  won  ; 
Hold  the  dark  angel  till  he  moulds  again 
The  peace  he  hath  undone. 

5  We  know  not,  Lord,  what  storms  and  trials 

strong 
Must  work  our  world's  new  birth  ; 
But  we  will  toil,  with  this  for  working-song,  — 
"  Peace  to  the  weary  earth  !  " 


OCCASIONAL. 


6   Peace  to  the  weary,  struggling,  sin-sick  earth  ! 
Peace  to  the  heart  of  man  ! 
Storm  shall  bring  calm  ;  that  high  reward  is 
worth 
All  we  must  bear  or  can. 


421.  11  &  10s.  M.  Longfellow. 

PEACE    ON    EARTH. 

1  Down  the  dark  future,  through  long  generations, 

The  sounds  of  war  grow  fainter  and  then 

cease  ; 
And,  like  a  bell  with  solemn,  sweet  vibrations, 
I  hear  once  more  the  voice  of  Christ  say, 

"  Peace  !  " 

2  Peace  !  and  no  longer,  from  its  brazen  portals, 

The  blast  of  war's  great  organ  shakes  the 
skies  ; 
But  beautiful  as  songs  of  the  immortals, 
The  holy  melodies  of  love  arise. 


422*  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

GLORY  TO  GOD,  THROUGH  PEACE  ON  EARTH. 

i   "  To  God  be  glory  !  Peace  on  earth  !" 
Let  us  repeat  again 
The  hymn  that  hailed  the  Saviour's  birth,— 
"  Peace  and  good  will  to  men  !  " 

2   Good  will  to  men  !  O  God,  we  hail 
This  of  thy  law  the  sum  ; 
For  as  this  shall  o'er  earth  prevail, 
So  shall  thy  kingdom  come  \ 


VIII.    MISCELLANEOUS. 


423.  C.  M.  R.  W.  Emerson. 

THE   HOUSE   OUR  FATHERS    BUILT   TO   GOD. 

1  We  love  the  venerable  house 

Our  fathers  built  to  God  ; 
In  heaven  are  kept  their  grateful  vows, 
Their  dust  endears  the  sod. 

2  Here  holy  thoughts  a  light  have  shed 

From  many  a  radiant  face, 
And  prayers  of  tender  hope  have  spread 
A  perfume  through  the  place. 

3  And  anxious  hearts  have  pondered  here 

The  mystery  of  life, 
And  prayed  the  Eternal  Spirit  clear 
Their  doubts  and  aid  their  strife. 

4  From  humble  tenements  around 

Came  up  the  pensive  train, 
And  in  the  church  a  blessing  found, 
Which  filled  their  homes  again. 

5  For  faith,  and  peace,  and  mighty  love, 

That  from  the  Godhead  flow, 
Showed  them  the  life  of  heaven  above 
Springs  from  the  life  below. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

6   They  live  with  God,  their  homes  are  dust ; 
But  here  their  children  pray, 
And,  in  this  fleeting  lifetime,  trust 
To  find  the  narrow  way. 

424.  C.  M.  J.  Weiss. 

EPIPHANY. 

1  A  wondrous  star  our  pioneer, 

We  left  the  mystic  land 
Where  heaven-nurtured  childhood  slept, 
Where  yet  old  visions  stand. 

2  O  God  !  the  land  of  dreams  we  left, 

Repose  we  left  for  aye, 
And  followed  meekly  to  the  place 
Where  our  Redeemer  lay. 

3  That  humble  manger  we  have  found  ; 

The  world  his  cradle  is  ; 
His  life  is  hidden  far  below 
Its  sins  and  miseries. 

4  The  world  throws  wide  its  brazen  gates  ; 

With  thee  we  enter  in  ; 
O,  grant  us,  in  our  humble  sphere, 
To  free  that  world  from  sin. 

5  We  have  one  mind  in  Christ  our  Lord 

To  stand  and  point  above  ; 
To  hurl  rebuke  at  social  wrong  ; 
But  all,  O  God,  in  love. 

6  The  star  is  resting  in  the  sky  ; 

To  worship  Christ  we  came  ; 
The  moments  haste  ;  O,  touch  our  tongues 
With  thy  celestial  flame  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

7   The  truest  worship  is  a  life  ; 
All  dreaming  we  resign  ; 
We  lay  our  offerings  at  thy  feet,  — 
Our  lives,  O  Christ,  are  thine  ! 

425.  L.  M.  * 

THE    CHILDREN    OF    THE    CROSS. 

i    Thou  Lord  of  Hosts,  whose  guiding  hand 
Has  brought  us  here,  before  thy  face, 
Our  spirits  wait  for  thy  command, 
Our  silent  hearts  implore  thy  peace  ! 

2  Those  spirits  lay  their  noblest  powers, 
As  offerings,  on  thy  holy  shrine  ; 

Thine  was  the  strength  that  nourished  ours 
The  children  of  the  cross  are  thine. 

3  While  watching  on  our  arms,  at  night, 
We  saw  thy  angels  round  us  move  ; 
We  heard  thy  call,  we  felt  thy  light, 
And  followed,  trusting  to  thy  love. 

4  And  now,  with  hymn  and  prayer  we  stand, 
To  give  our  strength  to  thee,  great  God  ! 
We  would  redeem  thy  holy  land, 

That  land  which  sin  so  long  has  trod. 

5  Send  us  where'er  thou  wilt,  O  Lord, 
Through  rugged  toil  and  wearying  fight  ; 
Thy  conquering  love  shall  be  our  sword, 
And  faith  in  Christ  our  truest  might. 

6  Send  down  thy  constant  aid,  we  pray  ; 
Be  thy  pure  angels  with  us  still  ; 
Thy  truth,  be  that  our  firmest  stay  ; 
Our  only  rest,  to  do  thy  will. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

426.  C.   M.  NlCOLL. 

THE    REFORMERS. 

1  An  offering  at  the  shrine  of  power 

Our  hands  shall  never  bring  ; 
A  garland  on  the  car  of  pomp 

Our  hands  shall  never  fling  ; 
Applauding  in  the  conqueror's  path 

Our  voices  ne'er  shall  be  ; 
But  we  have  hearts  to  honor  those 

Who  bade  the  world  go  free  ! 

2  Praise  to  the  good,  the  pure,  the  great, 

Who  made  us  what  we  are,  — 
Who  lit  the  flame  which  yet  shall  glow 

With  radiance  brighter  far  ! 
Glory  to  them  in  coming  time, 

And  through  eternity, 
Who  burst  the  captive's  galling  chain, 

And  bade  the  world  go  free  ! 

427.  L-  M.  Hemans. 

earth's  nameless  martyrs. 

1  The  kings  of  old  have  shrine  and  tomb 
In  many  a  minster's  haughty  gloom  ; 
And  green,  along  the  ocean-side, 

The  mounds  arise  where  heroes  died  ; 
But  show  me  on  thy  flowery  breast, 
Earth  !  where  thy  nameless  martyrs  rest  ! 

2  The  thousands  that,  uncheered  by  praise, 
Have  made  one  offering  of  their  days  ; 
For  truth,  for  heaven,  for  freedom's  sake, 
Resigned  the  bitter  cup  to  take  ; 

And  silently,  in  fearless  faith, 
Bowing  their  noble  souls  to  death. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


428.  6s.   M.  Luther. 

THE    MARTYR'S    ASHES. 

i    Flung  to  the  heedless  winds, 
Or  on  the  waters  cast, 
Their  ashes  shall  be  watched, 
And  gathered  at  the  last  ; 
And  from  that  scattered  dust, 
Around  us  and  abroad, 
Shall  spring  a  plenteous  seed 
Of  witnesses  for  God. 

2    The  Father  hath  received 
Their  latest  living  breath  ; 
Yet  vain  is  Satan's  boast 
Of  victory  in  their  death  ; 
Still,  still,  though  dead,  they  speak, 
And,  trumpet-tongued,  proclaim 
To  many  a  wakening  land 
The  one  prevailing  name. 


429.  CM.  *  Barton. 

WALK   IN    THE    LIGHT. 

i    Walk  in  the  light !  so  shalt  thou  know 
That  fellowship  of  love, 
His  spirit  only  can  bestow, 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2   Walk  in  the  light  !  and  thou  shalt  find 
Thy  heart  made  truly  His 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 
In  whom  no  darkness  is. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  then  the  tomb 

No  fearful  shade  shall  wear  ; 
Thou  movest  far  above  the  gloom, 
In  a  celestial  air. 

4  Walk  in  the  light  !  though  rough  may  be 

Thy  path,  it  shall  be  bright ; 
For  God  himself  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  is  perfect  light. 

430.  S.  M.  S.  Graham. 

GOD    WITH    US    ON    THE    DEEP. 

1  Heave,  mighty  ocean,  heave  ! 
And  blow,  thou  boisterous  wind  ! 

Onward  we  swiftly  glide,  and  leave 
Our  home  and  friends  behind. 

2  Away,  away  we  steer, 
Upon  the  ocean's  breast ; 

And  dim  the  distant  heights  appear, 
Like  clouds  along  the  west. 

3  There  is  a  loneliness 
Upon  the  mighty  deep  ; 

And  hurried  thoughts  upon  us  press, 
As  onwardly  we  sweep. 

4  But  there  is  hope  and  joy, 
Wherever  we  may  be  ; 

Danger  nor  death  can  e'er  destroy 
Our  trust,  O  God,  in  thee. 

5  Then  wherefore  should  we  grieve, 
Or  what  have  we  to  fear  ? 

Though  home  and  friends  and  life  we  leave, 
Our  God  is  ever  near. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

6   Sweep,  mighty  ocean,  sweep  ! 

Ye  winds,  blow  foul  or  fair  ! 
Our  God  is  with  us  on  the  deep, 

Our  home  is  everywhere. 

431.  P.  M.  Mrs.  Southey. 

THE    MARINER'S    HYMN. 

i    Launch  thy  bark,  mariner  ! 

Christian,  God  speed  thee  ! 
Let  loose  the  rudder  bands, 

Good  angels  lead  thee  ! 
Set  thy  sails  warily, 

Tempests  will  come  ; 
Steer  thy  course  steadily, 

Christian,  steer  home  ! 

2  Look  to  the  weather  bow, 

Breakers  are  round  thee  ; 
Let  fall  thy  plummet  now, 

Shallows  may  ground  thee. 
Reef  in  thy  foresail  there  ; 

Hold  the  helm  fast  ; 
So,  —  let  the  vessel  wear, 

While  sweeps  the  blast. 

3  Slacken  no  sail  yet,  at 

Inlet  or  island  ; 
Straight  for  the  beacon  steer,  — 

Straight  for  the  highland  ; 
Crowd  all  the  canvass  on, 

Cut  through  the  foam  ;  — 
Christian  !  cast  anchor  now  ; 

Heaven   is  thy  home  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


432.  8  &  7s.  M.  Sterling. 

THE   HUSBANDMAN'S   HYMN. 

1  Many  a  power  within  earth's  bosom, 

Noiseless,  hidden,  works  beneath  ; 
Hence  are  seed  and  leaf  and  blossom, 
Golden  ear  and  clustered  wreath. 

2  Wind  and  frost,  and  hour  and  season, 

Land  and  water,  sun  and  shade,  — 
Work  with  these,  as  bids  thy  reason, 
For  they  work  thy  toil  to  aid. 

3  Sow  thy  seed  and  reap  in  gladness  ! 

Man  himself  is  all  a  seed  ; 
Hope  and  hardship,  joy  and  sadness, 
Slow  the  plant  to  ripeness  lead. 

433.  L.  M.  Flint. 

REMEMBRANCE    OF    OUR    FATHERS. 

1  In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines 
That  bound  our  goodly  heritage, 
And  safe  beneath  our  sheltering  vines 
Our  youth  is  blest,  and  soothed  our  age. 

2  What  thanks,  O  God,  to  thee  are  due, 
That  thou  didst  plant  our  fathers  here, 
And  watch  and  guard  them  as  they  grew, 
A  vineyard  to  the  planter  dear  ! 

3  The  toils  they  bore  our  ease  have  wrought ; 
They  sowed  in  tears,  — in  joy  we  reap  ; 
The  birthright  they  so  dearly  bought 

We  '11  guard,  till  we  with  them  shall  sleep. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown, 
In  weal  and  woe,  through  all  the  past, 
Their  grateful  sons,  O  God,  shall  own, 
While  here  their  name  and  race  shall  last. 


434.  8  &  6s.  M.  Heber. 

PRAYER    FOR    OUR    COUNTRY. 

1  From  foes  that  would  our  land  devour  ; 
From  guilty  pride  and  lust  of  power  ; 
From  wild  sedition's  lawless  hour  ; 

From  yoke  of  slavery  ; 

2  From  blinded  zeal,  by  faction  led  ; 
From  giddy  change,  by  fancy  bred  ; 
From  poisoned  error's  serpent  head  ; 

Good  Lord,  preserve  us  free  ! 

435.  L.  M.  Whittier. 

THE   DAY    OF    FREEDOM. 

1  O  Thou,  whose  presence  went  before 
Our  fathers  in  their  weary  way, 

As  with  thy  chosen  moved  of  yore 
The  fire  by  night,  the  cloud  by  day  ! 

2  When,  from  each  temple  of  the  free, 
A  nation's  song  ascends  to  heaven, 
Most  holy  Father,  unto  thee 

Now  let  our  humble  prayer  be  given. 

3  Sweet  peace  be  here  ;  and  hope  and  love 
Be  round  us  as  a  mantle  thrown, 

As  unto  thee,  supreme  above, 
The  knee  of  prayer  is  bowed  alone. 
26  * 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


And  grant,  O  Father,  that  the  time 
Of  earth's  deliverance  may  be  near, 
When  every  land,  and  tongue,  and  clime 
The  message  of  thy  love  shall  hear  ;  — 

When,  smitten  as  with  fire  from  heaven, 
Shall  melt  and  fall  the  captive's  chain  ; 
And  burdened  slaves,  their  fetters  riven, 
Shall  stand  redeemed  by  Freedom's  reign. 


436.  C.  M.  * 

AMERICAN    SLAVERY. 

1  The  land  our  fathers  left  to  us 

Is  foul  with  hateful  sin  ; 
When  shall,  O  Lord,  this  sorrow  end, 
And  hope  and  joy  begin  ? 

2  What  good,  though  growing  might  and  wealth 

Shall  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
If  thus  the  fatal  poison-taint 
Be  only  spread  the  more  ? 

3  Wipe  out,  O  God,  the  nation's  sin, 

Then  swell  the  nation's  power  ; 
But  build  not  high  our  yearning  hopes, 
To  wither  in  an  hour  ! 

4  No  outward  show  nor  fancied  strength 

From  thy  stern  justice  saves  ; 
There  is  no  Liberty  for  them 

Who  make  their  brethren  slaves  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

437.  7s.  M.  J.  R.  Lowell. 

ANTI-SLAVERY   HYMN. 

1  Men  !  whose  boast  it  is,  that  ye 
Come  of  fathers  brave  and  free, 
If  there  breathe  on  earth  a  slave, 
Are  ye  truly  free  and  brave  ? 

If  ye  do  not  feel  the  chain, 
When  it  works  a  brother's  pain, 
Are  ye  not  base  slaves  indeed, 
Slaves  unworthy  to  be  freed  ? 

2  Is  true  freedom  but  to  break 
Fetters  for  our  own  dear  sake, 
And  with  leathern  hearts  forget 
That  we  owe  mankind  a  debt  ? 
No  !  true  freedom  is  to  share 
All  the  chains  our  brothers  wear, 
And  with  heart  and  hand  to  be 
Earnest  to  make  others  free. 

3  They  are  slaves,  who  fear  to  speak 
For  the  fallen  and  the  weak  ; 

They  are  slaves,  who  will  not  choose 
Hatred,  scoffing,  and  abuse, 
Rather  than,  in  silence,  shrink 
From  the  truth  they  needs  must  think  ; 
They  are  slaves,  who  dare  not  be 
In  the  right  with  two  or  three. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

438.  7s.  M.  Miss  Chandler. 

REMEMBER    THEM    WHO    ARE    IN    BONDS. 

i   Christian  mother,  when  thy  prayer 
Trembles  on  the  twilight  air, 
And  thou  askest  God  to  keep, 
In  their  waking  and  their  sleep, 
Those  whose  love  is  more  to  thee 
Than  the  wealth  of  land  and  sea  ; 
Think  of  those  who  wildly  mourn 
For  the  loved  ones  from  them  torn. 

2    Blest  ones,  whom  no  hands  on  earth 
Dare  to  wrench  from  home  and  hearth, 
Ye,  whose  hearts  are  sheltered  well 
By  affection's  holy  spell, 
Will  ye  hear  with  tearless  eye 
Of  the  slave's  despairing  cry, 
Rising  up  from  human  hearts, 
As  their  latest  hope  departs  ? 

439.  8,  7,  &  4s.  M.      *  Montgomery. 

SLAVERY. 

i    Ages,  ages  have  departed, 

Since  the  first  dark  vessel  bore 
Afric's  children,  broken-hearted, 
To  this  far-off  western  shore  ; 

She,  like  Rachel, 
Weeping,  for  they  were  no  more 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Millions,  millions  have  been  slaughtered 
In  the  fight  and  on  the  deep  ; 

Millions,  millions  more  have  watered, 
With  such  tears  as  captives  weep, 

Fields  of  labor 
Where  their  wearied  bodies  sleep. 

Mercy,  mercy,  vainly  pleading, 

Rends  her  garments,  smites  her  breast, 

Till  a  voice  from  heaven  proceeding 
Gladden  all  the  waiting  west  : 

u  Come,  ye  weary  ! 
Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest  !  " 

Tidings,  tidings  of  salvation  ! 

Brothers,  rise  with  one  accord, 
Purge  the  plague-spot  from  our  nation, 

Till,  unto  their  rights  restored, 
Slaves  no  longer, 

All  are  freemen  in  the  Lord  ! 


440.  P.  M.  *  Montgomery. 

WATCH    FOR    THE    MORNING. 

l    Climb  we  the  mountain  afar, 
In  the  still  hour  of  even  ; 
Led  by  yon  beautiful  star, 
First  of  the  daughters  of  heaven  : 
Darkness  yet  covers  the  face  of  the  deep  ; 
Spirit  of  freedom  !  go  forth  in  thy  might, 
Break  the  slave's  bondage  like  infancy's  sleep, 
The  moment  when  God  shall  say,  Let  there  be 
light ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


2   Gaze  we  meanwhile  for  the  day, 

Praying  in  thought  while  we  gaze  ; 

Watch  for  the  morning's  first  ray  ; 

Prayer  then  be  turned  into  praise  : 

Shout  to  the  valleys,  Behold  ye  the  morn, 

Long,  long  desired,  but  denied  to  our  sight ; 
Lo,  myriads  of  slaves  into  men  are  new-born  ; 
The  word  was  omnipotent,  and  there  is  light 


441.  L.  M.  *Whittier. 

MERCY    AND   NOT    SACRIFICE. 

1  O  Thou,  at  whose  rebuke,  the  grave 
Back  to  warm  life  the  sleeper  gave, 
Who,  waking,  saw  with  joy,  above, 
A  brother's  face  of  tenderest  love  ;  — 

2  Thou,  unto  whom  the  blind  and  lame, 
The  sorrowing,  and  the  sin-sick  came  ; 
The  burden  of  thy  holy  faith 

Was  love  and  life,  not  hate  and  death. 

3  O,  once  again  thy  healing  lay 

On  the  blind  eyes  which  know  thee  not, 
And  let  the  light  of  thy  pure  day 
Shine  in  upon  the  darkened  thought. 

4  O,  touch  the  hearts  of  men,  and  show 
The  power  which  in  forbearance  lies  ; 
And  let  them  feel  that  Mercy  now 

Is  better  than  old  Sacrifice. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

442.  L.   M.  ROSCOE. 

THE    CHRISTIAN'S    LAST    PRAYER. 

1  God  of  my  life,  my  hope,  my  fear, 
In  whom  alone  is  all  my  trust, 

I  feel  the  closing  hour  draw  near, 
That  gives  this  fainting  frame  to  dust. 

2  Yet  one  fond  wish  still  warms  my  soul, 
To  thee  in  humblest  hope  expressed, 
That,  ere  the  darkening  shadows  roll 
To  close  me  in  their  final  rest,  — 

3  Thou  wouldst  some  worthier  aim  inspire, 
Some  living  energy  impart ; 

Some  holier  spark  of  purer  fire 
Rekindling  in  my  dying  heart ;  — 

4  That,  when,  removed  from  grief  and  pain, 
This  fragile  form  on  earth  shall  lie, 
Some  happier  effort  may  remain, 

To  touch  one  human  heart  with  joy,  — 

5  One  nobler  precept  to  bestow, 
One  kind  and  generous  wish  reveal, 
To  bid  the  breast  with  virtue  glow, 
To  love,  to  pity,  and  to  feel  ;  — 

6  To  soothe  the  ills  it  cannot  cure, 
The  sufferer's  injuries  redress  ; 

And  through  life's  varied  channels  pour 
The  living  stream  of  happiness. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
443.  C.    M.  KEBLE. 

TEACHING    LITTLE    CHILDREN. 

1  O,  say  not,  think  not,  heavenly  notes 

To  childish  ears  are  vain,  — 
That  the  young  mind  at  random  floats, 
And  cannot  reach  the  strain. 

2  Was  not  our  Lord  a  little  child, 

Taught  by  degrees  to  pray, 
By  father  dear  and  mother  mild 
Instructed  day  by  day  ? 

3  And  loved  he  not  of  heaven  to  talk 

With  children  in  his  sight, 
To  meet  them  in  his  daily  walk, 
And  to  his  arms  invite  ? 

4  And  though  some  tones  be  weak  and  low, 

What  are  all  prayers  beneath, 
But  cries  of  babes,  that  cannot  know 
Half  the  deep  thought  they  breathe  ? 

5  In  his  own  words  we  Christ  adore  ; 

But  angels,  as  we  speak, 
Higher  above  our  meaning  soar 
Than  we  o'er  children  weak. 

6  And  yet  his  words  mean  more  than  they, 

And  yet  he  owns  their  praise  ; 
O,  think  not  that  he  turns  away 
From  infants'  simple  lays. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


444.  C.  M.  HEBER. 

THE   HOLY    CHILD. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God  ! 

3  O  Thou  who  giv'st  us  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own  ! 

445.  C.  M.  Flint's  Coll. 

SUFFER    LITTLE    CHILDREN    TO   COME    UNTO    ME. 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 

With  all-engaging  charms  ! 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  u  Suffer  the  little  ones,"  he  says, 

"  Forbid  them  not  to  come  ; 
Of  such  is  heaven  ;  and  souls  like  these 
Shall  find  in  heaven  their  home." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  with  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

27 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

446.  CM.  Briggs's  Coll. 

REMEMBER   THY    CREATOR    IN    THE    DAYS    OF    THY    YOUTH. 

l    Ye  joyous  ones  !  upon  whose  brow 

The  light  of  youth  is  shed, 
O'er  whose  glad  path  life's  early  flowers 

In  glowing  beauty  spread  ; 
Forget  not  Him  whose  love  hath  poured 

Around  that  golden  light, 
And  tinged  those  opening  buds  of  hope 

With  hues  so  softly  bright. 


Thou  tempted  one  !  just  entering 

Upon  "  enchanted  ground," 
Ten  thousand  snares  are  spread  for  thee, 

Ten  thousand  foes  surround  : 
A  dark  and  a  deceitful  band, 

Upon  thy  path  they  lower  ; 
Trust  not  thine  own  unaided  strength 

To  save  thee  from  their  power. 

Thou  whose  yet  bright  and  joyous  eye 

May  soon  be  dimmed  with  tears, 
To  whom  the  hours  of  bitterness 

Must  come  in  coming  years  ; 
Teach  early  thy  confiding  eye 

To  pierce  the  cloudy  screen, 
To  look  above  the  storms  of  life, 

Eternally  serene. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


447.  L.  M.  Anonymous. 

FEED    MY    LAMBS  ! 

1  While  yet  the  youthful  spirit  bears 
The  image  of  its  God  within, 

And  uneffaced  that  beauty  wears, 
Which  may  too  soon  be  stained  by  sin  ; 

2  Then  is  the  time  for  faith  and  love 

To  take  in  charge  their  precious  care,  — 
Teach  the  young  heart  to  look  above, 
Teach  the  young  lips  to  speak  in  prayer. 

3  The  world  will  come  with  care  and  crime, 
And  tempt  too  oft  that  heart  astray  ; 
Still  the  seed  sown  in  early  time 

Shall  not  be  wholly  cast  away. 

4  The  infant  prayer,  the  infant  hymn, 
Within  the  darkened  soul  will  rise, 
When  age's  weary  eye  is  dim, 

And  the  grave's  shadow  round  us  lies. 

5  The  infant  hymn  is  heard  again, 

The  infant  prayer  is  breathed  once  more  ; 
Reclasping  thus  the  broken  chain, 
We  turn  to  all  we  loved  before. 

448.  L.  M.  Anonymous, 
a  child's  prayer. 

l    Great  God  !  and  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  but  a  child,  —  and  thou  so  high, 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  air  and  sky  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  —  Let  me  be 
A  meek,  obedient  child  to  thee  ; 

And  try,  in  word  and  deed  and  thought, 
To  serve  and  please  thee  as  I  ought. 

3  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  —  I  '11  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  friend  ; 
And  only  wish  to  do  and  be 
Whatever  seemeth  good  to  thee. 

4  Art  thou  my  Father  ?  —  Then,  at  last, 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down,  and  take  me,  in  thy  love, 
To  be  thy  better  child  above. 

449.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

THE   CHRISTIAN   PILGRIM. 

1  Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground  ; 

We  seek  that  promised  soil  ; 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts, 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
But  only  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise, 
And  sin  alone,  our  fears. 

3  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod  ; 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore  ; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet 
His  temples  pierced  before. 

4  We  purge  our  mortal  dross  away, 

Refining  as  we  run  ; 
And  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense. 
Our  heaven  is  here  begun. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


450.  P«  M.  Methodist. 

MAKING    MELODY    IN    THE    HEART. 

i    Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is, 

His  is  the  noblest  passion  ; 
Jesus'  name  is  life  and  peace, 

Happiness  and  salvation  ; 
Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 

Shew  us  our  sins  forgiven, 
Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 

And  carry  us  to  heaven. 

2  Who  hath  a  right  like  us  to  sing, 

Us,  whom  his  mercy  raises  ? 
Joyful  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King,  — 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 
Who  of  his  love  doth  once  partake, 

He  in  the  Lord  rejoices  ; 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 

Melody  with  our  voices. 

3  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  hath, 

He  that  in  heart  is  merry, 
Let  him  sing  psalms,  the  Scripture  saith, 

Joyful,  and  ne'er  be  weary  ; 
Offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise, 

Hearty  and  never-ceasing  ; 
Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise, 

Worship,  and  thanks,  and  blessing. 

4  Come,  let  us  in  his  praises  join, 

Triumph  in  his  salvation  ; 
Let  us  aspire  to  love  divine, 
Worship  and  adoration. 

27* 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Heaven  already  is  begun, 

Opened  in  each  believer  ; 
Only  believe,  and  then  sing  on  ; 

Heaven  is  yours  for  ever. 

451.  C.  M.  Croswell. 

HYMN    FOR    CHRISTMAS. 

1  Now  gird  your  patient  loins  again, 

Your  wasting  torches  trim  ! 
The  chief  of  all  the  sons  of  men, 

Shall  we  not  welcome  him  ? 
Fill  all  his  courts  with  sacred  songs, 

And  from  the  temple  wall 
Wave  garlands  o'er  the  joyful  throngs 

That  crowd  his  festival  ! 

2  And  still  more  freshly  in  the  mind 

Store  up  the  hopes  sublime 
Which  then  were  born  for  all  mankind, 

So  blessed  was  the  time  ; 
And,  underneath  these  hallowed  eaves, 

A  Saviour  will  be  born 
Jn  every  heart  that  him  receives, 

On  his  triumphal  morn. 

452.  P.  M.  Grant. 

GETHSEMANE. 

l   Jesus,  while  he  dwelt  below, 
As  divine  historians  say, 
To  a  place  would  often  go, 

Near  to  Kedron's  brook  that  lay  : 
In  this  place  he  loved  to  be, 
And  't  was  named  Gethsemane. 


MISCELLANEOUS 


'T  was  a  garden,  as  we  read, 

At  the  foot  of  Olivet, 
Low  and  proper  to  be  made 

The  Redeemer's  lone  retreat  : 
When  from  noise  he  would  be  free, 
Then  he  sought  Gethsemane. 

Thither,  by  their  Master  brought, 
His  disciples  likewise  came  ; 

There  the  heavenly  truths  he  taught 
Often  set  their  hearts  on  flame  : 

Therefore  they,  as  well  as  he, 

Visited  Gethsemane. 

Oft  conversing  here  they  sat  ; 

Or  might  join  with  Christ  in  prayer  ; 
O,  what  blest  devotion  that, 

When  the  Lord  himself  is  there  ! 
All  things  there  did  so  agree 
To  endear  Gethsemane. 

Full  of  love  to  man's  lost  race, 
On  the  conflict  much  he  thought  ; 

This  he  knew  the  destined  place, 
And  he  loved  the  sacred  spot  : 

Therefore  Jesus  chose  to  be 

Often  in  Gethsemane. 


453#  C.  M.  Wesley. 

THE    COMMUNION    OF    SAINTS. 

l    The  saints  on  earth  and  those  above 
But  one  communion  make  ; 
Joined  to  their  Lord  in  bonds  of  love, 
All  of  his  grace  partake. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him  ; 

One  church  above,  beneath  ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  O  God,  be  thou  our  constant  guide  ! 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

454.  C.  M.  Watts. 

LAW    AND    LOVE. 

1  Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  ;  — 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will. 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  the  great,  the  glorious  host 

Of  angels,  clothed  in  light  ; 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 

Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ; — ■ 

4  Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven  ; 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  sins  to  be  forgiven. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


455.  P.  M.  J.  H.  Perkins. 

PRAYER    AND    LABOR. 

1  By  earth  hemmed  in,  by  earth  oppressed, 
'T  is  hard  to  labor,  — hard  to  pray  ; 
And  of  the  week,  for  prayer  and  rest, 

We  've  but  one  Sabbath  day. 

2  But  purer  spirits  walk  above, 
Who  worship  alway  ;  who  are  blest 
With  an  upspringing  might  of  love 

That  makes  all  labor,  rest. 

3  Father,  while  here,  I  would  arise 
In  spirit  to  that  realm  ;  and  there 
Be  every  act  a  sacrifice, 

And  every  thought  a  prayer. 

456.  7  &  6s.  M.  Anonymous. 

STRENGTH  FROM  STRUGGLE. 

i    Grows  dark  thy  path  before  thee  ? 
Press  on  !  still  undismayed  ; 
Heaven  shines  resplendent  o'er  thee, 
Though  earth  be  wrapped  in  shade. 

2  And  God,  thy  trust,  hath  given, 

With  word  from  swerving  free, 
The  angels  of  high  heaven 
A  charge  concerning  thee. 

3  Then  though  thy  feet  may  falter 

Even  at  early  morn, 
And  from  hope's  burning  altar 
The  light  may  be  withdrawn,  — 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Yet  from  thy  self-prostration 
Thou  shalt  awake  in  power  ; 

From  tears  and  lamentation, 
To  conquest  every  hour. 

Strong  in  thy  perfect  weakness, 
Thy  strength  shall  never  fail  ; 

Mighty  in  holy  meekness, 
Thine  arm  shall  still  prevail. 


457.  C.   M.  Anonymous. 

THE    HEAVENLY    GUIDE. 

1  When  thirst  for  power  or  for  gold 

Hath  led  our  souls  astray  ; 
When,  blind,  by  blinder  guides  we  're  told, 

"  Lo,  here  thou  'It  find  the  way  "  ; 
Look  down,  O  Father,  from  above  ; 

Set  us  from  error  free  ; 
Teach  us  to  serve  thee  here  in  love, 

And  find  our  home  in  thee. 

2  When  faith  thy  guidance  humbly  takes, 

And  seeks  thy  will  to  do, 
Clear  light  upon  our  pathway  breaks, 

The  world  to  guide  us  through. 
Thy  spirit  send,  our  souls  to  save  ; 

Thy  wisdom  make  our  own  ; 
And  though  our  way  leads  through  the  grave, 

We  wander  not  alone. 


MISCELLANEOUS, 


458.  7  &  6s.  M.  J.  Gostick. 

LIGHT   FOR    ALL. 

1  The  light  pours  down  from  heaven, 

And  enters  where  it  may  ; 
The  eyes  of  all  earth's  children 
Are  cheered  with  one  bright  day. 

2  So  let  the  mind's  true  sunshine 

Be  spread  o'er  earth  as  free, 
And  fill  men's  waiting  spirits, 
As  the  waters  fill  the  sea. 

3  The  soul  can  shed  a  glory 

On  every  work  well  done  ; 
As  even  things  most  lowly 
Are  radiant  in  the  sun. 

4  Then  let  each  human  spirit 

Enjoy  the  vision  bright  ; 
The  truth  which  comes  from  heaven 
Shall  spread  like  heaven's  own  light  ; 

5  Till  earth  becomes  God's  temple  ; 

And  every  human  heart 
Shall  join  in  one  great  service, 
Each  happy  in  his  part. 


459 #  C.  M.  J.Weiss. 

FOR   A   SUMMER   FESTIVAL. 

l    Beneath  Thy  trees  to-day  we  met, 
Amid  thy  summer  flowers  ; 
And  every  heart  is  blessing  yet 
These  happy,  fleeting  hours. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  But  creeping  shades  to  vespers  call, 

And  timely  lore  impart, 
To  make  our  latest  shadows  fall 
From  sunshine  in  the  heart. 

3  Yes,  even  so  ;  the  summer  leaf, 

The  summer  flowers,  declare 
Their  childlike,  chastening  belief, 
That  thou  dost  make  them  fair. 

4  O,  let  us  cherish  nature's  creed, 

And  live  and  bloom  to  Thee  ; 
For  only  childlike  hearts,  we  read, 
Can  grace  eternity. 

460.  8&  lis.  M.  Anonymous. 

MORNING    HYMN. 

1  Our  Father  !  we  thank  thee  for  sleep, 
For  quiet  and  peaceable  rest  ; 

We  bless  the  kind  care  that  doth  keep 
Thy  children  from  being  distressed  : 
O,  how  in  their  weakness  shall  children  repay 
Thy  fatherly  kindness,  by  night  and  by  day  ? 

2  Our  voices  shall  utter  thy  praise, 

Our  hearts  shall  o'erflow  with  thy  love  ; 
O,  teach  us  to  walk  in  thy  ways, 
And  lift  us  earth's  trials  above  ! 

The  heart's  true  affection  is  all  we  can  give  ; 

In  love's  pure  devotion,  O,  help  us  to  live  ! 

3  So  long  as  thou  seest  it  right 

That  here  upon  earth  we  should  stay, 
We  pray  thee  to  guard  us  by  night, 
And  help  us  to  serve  thee  by  day  ; 
And  when  all  the  days  of  this  life  shall  be  o'er, 
Receive  us  in  heaven,  to  serve  thee  the  more. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


461.  L.  M.  Goethe. 

EVENING    HYMN. 

1  O'er  silent  field  and  lonely  lawn 
Her  dusky  mantle  night  hath  drawn  ; 
At  twilight's  holy,  heartfelt  hour, 

In  man  his  better  soul  hath  power. 

2  The  passions  are  at  peace  within, 
And  stilled  each  stormy  thought  of  sin  ; 
The  yielding  bosom,  overawed, 
Breathes  love  to  man,  and  love  to  God. 


462.  L.  M.  Edmeston. 

SABBATH    EVENING. 

1  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And  soft  the  sunbeam  lingering  there  ; 
Those  sacred  hours  this  low  earth  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  praise  and  prayer. 

2  The  time,  how  lovely  and  how  still  ! 
Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below  ; 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow  ! 

3  Season  of  rest  !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  thy  sweet  calm,  and  melts  in  love  ; 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 

4o3«  C.  M.  Anonymous. 

SILENT    PRAYER. 

1  Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 

In  earnest  pleading  flows  ; 
Devotion  dwells  upon  the  theme, 
And  warm  and  warmer  glows. 

2  But  sweeter  far  the  still,  small  voice, 

Heard  by  no  human  ear, 
When  God  hath  made  the  heart  rejoice, 
Anti  dried  the  bitter  tear. 

3  Nor  accents  flow,  nor  words  ascend  ; 

All  utterance  faileth  there  ; 
But  Christian  spirits  comprehend, 
And  God  accepts  the  prayer. 

464.  lis.  M.  Mrs.  Osgood. 

GLAD    WORSHIP. 

1  Approach  not  the  altar  with  gloom  in  thy  soul, 
Nor  let  thy  feet  falter  from  terror's  control ; 
God  loves  not  the  sadness  of  fear  and  mistrust ; 
O,  serve  him  with  gladness,  —  the  loving  and 

just! 

2  His  bounty  is  tender,  his  being  is  love, 

His  smile  fills  with  splendor  the  blue  arch  above ; 
Confiding,  believing,  O,  enter  always 
His  courts  with  thanksgiving,  his  portals  with 
praise  ! 

3  Come  not  to  his  temple  with  pride  in  thy  mien, 
But  lowly  and  simple,  in  courage  serene  ; 
Bring  meekly  before  him  the  faith  of  a  child, 
Bow  down  and  adore  him  with  heart  undefiled  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
465.  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

PRAISE    YE    THE   LORD. 

1  Heralds  of  creation  !  cry, — 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high  ! 
Heaven  and  earth  !  obey  the  call ; 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light ; 

He  commanded,  — nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above  ; 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  ! 

Sun  and  moon  !  your  voices  raise  ; 
Sing,  ye  stars  !  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth  !  from  all  thy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow  ; 
Lightning,  vapor,  wind,  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow  !  his  will  perform. 

5  Birds  !  on  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
Warble  at  his  temple's  door  ; 
Joyful  sounds  from  herds  and  flocks 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks  ! 

6  High  above  all  height  his  throne  ; 
Excellent  his  name  alone  ; 

Him  let  all  his  works  confess  ! 
Him  let  all  his  children  bless  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

466.  8  &  7s.  M.  Anonymous. 

"the  lord  is  in  his  holy  temple." 

1  God  is  in  his  holy  temple  : 

Thoughts  of  earth,  be  silent  now, 
While  with  reverence  we  assemble, 

And  before  his  presence  bow. 
He  is  with  us  now  and  ever, 

When  we  call  upon  his  name, 
Aiding  every  good  endeavour, 

Guiding  every  upward  aim. 

2  God  is  in  his  holy  temple  ;  — 

In  the  pure  and  holy  mind  ; 
In  the  reverent  heart  and  simple  ; 

In  the  soul  from  sense  refined  : 
Every  earthly,  low  emotion 

Banished  far  and  silent  be  ! 
And  our  souls,  in  pure  devotion, 

Lord,  be  temples  worthy  thee  ! 

467.  10s.  M.  Dr.  Johnson. 

GOD. 

1  O  Thou  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  pre- 

sides, 
Whose  voice  created,  and  whose  wisdom  guides ! 
On  darkling  man  in  pure  effulgence  shine, 
And  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light  divine ! 

2  'T  is  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast 
With  silent  confidence  and  holy  rest  ; 

From  thee,  great  God  !  we  spring,  to  thee  we 

tend, 
Path,  Motive,  Guide,  Original,  and  End  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

468.  7s.  M.  Episcopal  Coll. 

THANKSGIVING    HYMN. 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ  ! 
All  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 

2  All  the  blessings  of  the  fields, 
All  the  stores  the  garden  yields, 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ;  — 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

3  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land, 

All  the  plenty  summer  pours, 
Autumn's  rich,  o'erflowing  stores  ;  — 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

4  Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss  and  public  wealth, 
Knowledge,  with  its  gladdening  streams, 
Pure  religion's  holier  beams  ;  — 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 


469.  7s.  M.  Merrick. 


THE    GOOD    SHEPHERD. 


Lo,  my  shepherd's  hand  divine  ! 
Want  shall  never  more  be  mine. 
In  a  pasture  fair  and  large 
He  shall  feed  his  happy  charge, 
And  my  couch  with  tenderest  care 
'Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
He  shall  lead  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadow  flow  ; 
When  through  devious  paths  I  stray, 
He  shall  teach  the  better  way. 

Though  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 
By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread  ; 
I  shall  walk  from  terror  free, 
While  each  needed  strength  I  see 
By  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied  ; 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

Thou  my  plenteous  board  hast  spread 
Thou  with  oil  refreshed  my  head  ; 
Filled  by  thee,  my  cup  o'erflows  ; 
For  thy  love  no  limit  knows  ; 
And  unto  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


470.  CM.  Episcopal  Coll. 

CALM    TRUST. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne,  let  this, 
My  humble  prayer,  arise  :  — 

2  Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee  ;  — 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend, 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  bless  my  journey's  end. 

471.  L.  M.  *  Browne. 

THE    ONE    GOD. 

i    Eternal  God  !  Almighty  Cause 
Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown  ! 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws  ; 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
Of  all  within  itself  possessed  ; 

By  none  controlled  in  thy  commands, 
And  in  thyself  completely  blessed. 

3  Worship  to  thee  alone  belongs, 
Worship  to  thee  alone  we  give  ; 

Thine  be  our  hearts,  and  thine  our  songs, 
And  to  thy  glory  may  we  live. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

4   O,  spread  thy  truth  through  every  land, 
In  every  heart  thy  love  be  known  ; 
Subdue  the  world  to  thy  command, 
And,  as  thou  art,  reign  God  alone. 

472.  C.  M.  Sternhold. 

"he  bowed  the  heavens  and  came  down." 

1  The  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high, 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  he  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

473.  L.  M.  J.  Richardson. 

ONE    IN    CHRIST. 

1  From  Zion's  holy  hill  there  rose 
A  fount  divine,  that  ever  flows  ; 
Heaven's  smile  is  on  its  waters  shed, 
By  heaven's  own  dews  the  fount  is  fed. 

2  That  stream  of  Truth  —  a  silver  thread, 
Scarce  known,  save  by  its  fountain-head  — 
Now  onward  pours,  a  mighty  flood, 

And  fills  the  new-formed  world  with  good. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Where'er  that  living  fountain  flows, 
New  life  its  healing  wave  bestows, 
And  man,  from  sin's  corruptions  free, 
Inspires  with  its  own  purity. 

4  A  spirit,  breathed  from  Zion's  hill, 
In  holy  hearts  is  living  still,  — 
That  Comforter  from  heaven  above, 
The  presence  of  celestial  love. 

5  O,  may  this  spirit  ever  be 
Our  bond  of  peace  and  unity  ! 

Thus  shall  we  teach,  as  Christ  began, 
Through  love,  the  brotherhood  of  man. 

474.  C    M.  *PlERPONT. 

THE    HYMN    OF    THE    LAST    SUPPER. 

1  The  winds  are  hushed  ;  the  peaceful  moon 

Looks  down  on  Zion's  hill ; 
The  city  sleeps  ;  't  is  night's  calm  noon, 
And  all  the  streets  are  still. 

2  How  soft,  how  holy,  is  the  light  ! 

And  hark  !  a  sweet,  low  song, 
As  gently  as  these  dews  of  night, 
Floats  on  the  air  along. 

3  Affection's  wish,  devotion's  prayer, 

Are  in  that  holy  strain  ; 
And  hope  and  love  and  trust  are  there, 
And  triumph,  won  through  pain. 

4  'T  is  Jesus  and  his  faithful  few 

Who  pour  that  soul-deep  hymn  ; 
O  God !  may  we  the  song  renew, 
While  we  remember  them. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


475.  C  M.  T.Moore. 

CONSOLATION. 

1  O  Thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 

2  But  thou  wilt  heal  that  broken  heart, 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part, 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

3  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 

And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 

A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears 

Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too  ; 

4  O,  who  would  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come,  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 

5  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 
The  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

476.  C.  M.  Keble. 

THE    ELDER    SCRIPTURE. 

l    There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read, 
Which  heavenly  truth  imparts  ; 
And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 
Pure  eyes  and  loving  hearts. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The  works  of  God,  above,  below, 

Within  us,  and  around, 
Are  pages  in  that  book,  to  show 
How  God  himself  is  found. 

3  The  glorious  sky,  embracing  all, 

Is  like  the  Father's  love  ; 
Wherewith  encompassed,  great  and  small 
In  peace  and  order  move. 

4  The  dew  of  heaven  is  like  his  grace  ; 

It  steals  in  silence  down  ; 
But  where  it  lights,  the  favored  place 
By  richest  fruits  is  known. 

5  Two  worlds  are  ours  ;  't  is  only  sin 

Forbids  us  to  descry 
The  mystic  heaven  and  earth  within, 
Plain  as  the  earth  and  sky. 

6  Thou,  who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  see 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 

Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  thee, 

And  read  thee  everywhere  ! 

477.  10s.  M.  Sterling. 

REST. 

1  O  Thou,  the  primal  fount  of  life  and  peace, 
Who  shedd'st  thy  breathing  quiet  all  around, 
In  me  command  that  pain  and  conflict  cease, 
And  tune  to  music  every  jarring  sound. 

2  Make  thou  in  me,  O  God,  through  shame  and 

pain, 
A  heart  attuned  to  thy  celestial  calm  ; 
Let  not  the  spirit's  pangs  be  roused  in  vain, 
But  heal  the  wounded  breast  with  soothing  balm ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

So,  firm  in  steadfast  hope,  in  thought  secure, 
In  full  accord  with  all  thy  works  of  joy, 
May  I  be  nerved  to  labors  high  and  pure, 
And  thou  thy  child  to  do  thy  work  employ. 

In  One  who  walked  on  earth,  a  man  of  love, 
Was  holier  peace  than  even  this  hour  inspires  ; 
From  him  to  me  let  inward  quiet  flow, 
And  give  the  might  my  failing  will  requires. 

So  this  great  universe,  —  so  he,  and  Thou, 
The   central    source  and  wondrous  bound  of 

things, 
May  fill  my  heart  with  rest  as  deep  as  now 
To  land  and  sea  and  air  thy  presence  brings. 


478.  P.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

THE    PILGRIM    FATHERS. 

1  The  breaking  waves  dashed  high 

On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 
And  the  woods  against  a  stormy  sky 
Their  giant  branches  tossed, 

2  And  the  heavy  night  hung  dark, 

The  hills  and  waters  o'er, 
When  a  band  of  exiles  moored  their  bark 
On  the  wild  New  England  shore. 

3  Not  as  the  conqueror  comes, 

They,  the  true-hearted,  came  ; 
Not  with  the  roll  of  the  stirring  drums, 
And  the  trumpet  that  sings  of  fame. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

Not  as  the  flying  come, 

In  silence  and  in  fear  ; 
They  shook  the  depths  of  the  desert's  gloom 

With  their  hymns  of  lofty  cheer. 

Amidst  the  storm  they  sang  ; 

And  the  stars  heard,  and  the  sea  ! 
And  the  sounding  aisles  of  the  dim  woods  rang 

To  the  anthem  of  the  free. 

The  ocean  eagle  soared 

From  his  nest  by  the  white  wave's  foam, 
And  the  rocking  pines  of  the  forest  roared,  — 

This  was  their  welcome  home  ! 

What  sought  they  thus  afar  ? 

Bright  jewels  of  the  mine  ? 
The  wealth  of  seas,  the  spoils  of  war  ? 

They  sought  a  faith's  pure  shrine  ! 

Ay,  call  it  holy  ground, 

The  soil  where  first  they  trod  ! 
They  have  left  unstained,  what  there  they  found  : 

Freedom  to  worship  God. 


479.  L.  P.  M.  Miss  Barrett. 

HE    GIVETH    HIS    BELOVED    SLEEP. 
PSALM  cxxvn.  2. 

i    Of  all  the  thoughts  of  God,  that  are 
Borne  in  upon  our  souls  afar 

Along  the  Psalmist's  music  deep, 
O,  tell  me  if  there  any  is, 
For  gift  or  grace,  surpassing  this,  — 
"  He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep." 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 


O  earth,  so  full  of  dreary  noises  ! 
O  men,  with  wailing  in  your  voices  ! 

O  delved  gold,  the  wailers  heap  ! 
O  strife,  O  curse,  that  o'er  it  fall  ! 
God  makes  a  silence  through  you  all,  — 

He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 

His  dews  drop  mutely  on  the  hill, 
His  cloud  above  it  saileth  still, 

Though  on  its  slope  men  toil  and  reap  ; 
More  softly  than  the  dew  is  shed, 
Or  cloud  is  floated  overhead, 

He  giveth  his  beloved  sleep. 


INDEX. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


According  to  thy  gracious  word 139 

Acquaint  thee,  O  spirit,  acquaint  thee  with  God       ....  199 

Affliction's  faded  form  draws  nigh 329 

Ages,  ages  have  departed       439 

A  holy  air  is  breathing  round 157 

All  around  thee,  fair  with  flowers 306 

All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth 182 

All-seeing  God !  't  is  thine  to  know 288 

Almighty  Father !  thou  hast  many  a  blessing 217 

Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer 43 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 311 

An  offering  at  the  shrine  of  power 426 

Another  day  its  course  hath  run 372 

Another  hand  is  beckoning  us 404 

Approach  not  the  altar  with  gloom  in  thy  soul 464 

As  body  when  the  soul  has  fled 291 

As,  down  in  the  sunless  retreats  of  the  ocean 96 

As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 59 

As  oft,  with  worn  and  weary  feet 113 

As  the  hart,  with  eager  looks 226 

As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye 69 

Author  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee 260 

A  voice  from  the  desert 103 

A  voice  upon  the  midnight  air 131 

Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes 318 

Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve 315 

A  wondrous  star  our  pioneer 424 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 18 

Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace       112 

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INDEX   OF    FIRST   LINES. 

Behold  the  sun,  how  bright ,  170 

Beneath  the  thick  but  struggling  clouds 295 

Beneath  Thy  trees  to-day  we  met 459 

Be  still !  be  still !  for  all  around 4 

Be  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares 323 

Birds  have  their  quiet  nest 126 

Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever 55 

Blessed,  blessed  are  the  dead 348 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 281 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed 153 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is  strongest       ....  317 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 108 

Brother,  hast  thou  wandered  far 195 

Brother,  the  angels  say 358 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us 403 

Brother,  though  from  yonder  sky 405 

Burden  of  shame  and  woe 133 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 444 

By  earth  hemmed  in,  by  earth  oppressed 455 

Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God 410 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night      .  ■  • 106 

Cheek  grow  pale,  but  heart  be  vigorous 320 

Child,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play 98 

Christian  mother,  when  thy  prayer 438 

Clay  to  clay,  and  dust  to  dust 406 

Climb  we  the  mountain  afar 440 

Come  at  the  morning  hour 101 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 121 

Come  to  Jesus,  O  my  brothers 161 

Come  to  me,  thoughts  of  heaven 39 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer 1 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace 360 

Come  unto  me  when  shadows  round  thee  gather     ....  160 

"  Come  who  will,"  the  voice  from  heaven       159 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish 162 

Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord     . " 3 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 254 

Darkness  o'er  the  world  was  brooding 104 

Dark  were  the  paths  our  Master  trod 128 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

179 
Daughter  of  Zion !  from  the  dust ■Jj' 

Day  by  day  the  manna  fell 

Dear  as  thou  wast,  and  justly  dear 

Deem  not  that  they  are  blest  alone 3 

Down  the  dark  future,  through  long  generations       ....    421 

471 
Eternal  God  !  Almighty  Cause       *' 

Ever  patient,  loving,  meek 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining 3™ 

Faint  not,  poor  traveller,  though  the  way 32* 

Fare  thee  well,  our  fondly  cherished 41 J- 

Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord !  I  flee 94 

Father  and  God  of  all  mankind 29 

"  Father  divine  ! "  the  Saviour  cried  . *30 

Father !  glorify  thy  name 

Father  !  glory  be  to  thee 

235 
Father,  I  may  not  pray 

Father  in  heaven,  to  whom  our  hearts 

Father,  in  thy  mysterious  presence  kneeling 33 

Father,  in  thy  presence  now 3 

Father  !  I  wait  thy  word.    The  sun  doth  stand 268 

Father  of  light !  conduct  my  feet 37 

Father  of  spirits  !  humbly  bent  before  thee    ......  52 

Father,  source  of  every  blessing *™ 

Father,  there  is  no  change  to  live  with  thee " 

Father !  throughout  the  coming  year 39° 

Father !  thy  paternal  care ^ 

Father !  thy  wonders  do  not  singly  stand "9 

Father,  to  us  thy  children  humbly  kneeling 46 

Father,  united  by  thy  grace Jjjj* 

Father !  we  humbly  would  repose 25° 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 47^ 

Father,  when  o'er  our  trembling  hearts 213 

,  40 

Father,  who  art  on  high 

Father  !  who  in  the  olive  shade 341 

Fear  was  within  the  tossing  bark 

Feeble,  helpless,  how  shall  I 

Flung  to  the  heedless  winds 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

For  all  thy  saints,  O  God       167 

For  ever  with  the  Lord 231 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky 6 

Forth  went  the  heralds  of  the  cross 165 

Fountain  of  life,  and  God  of  love       396 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 63 

From  every  fear  and  doubt,  O  Lord 35 

From  foes  that  would  our  land  devour 434 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 416 

From  Zion's  holy  hill  there  rose 473 

Full  oft  our  path  is  wet  with  tears       331 

Gently  fall  the  dews  of  eve 335 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 256 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 180 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high 53 

God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place 80 

God  is  in  his  holy  temple 466 

God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 73 

God  is  our  refuge  and  our  strength 255 

God  is  thy  light ; — never,  my  soul,  despair 78 

God  made  all  his  creatures  free 189 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 259 

God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  thee 31 

God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love 201 

God  of  my  life,  my  hope,  my  fear     .     . 442 

God  of  our  fathers  !  by  whose  hand 68 

God  of  the  changing  year,  whose  arm  of  power       ....  400 

God  of  the  ocean,  earth,  and  sky 87 

God  of  the  prophets'  power 168 

God  of  the  year  !  with  songs  of  praise  ...     .^  ...    .  398 

God  that  madest  earth  and  heaven 367 

Go  in  peace  !  —  serene  dismission 64 

Go,  suffering  pilgrim  of  the  earth 321 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane .  143 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime    ........  408 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth 97 

Great  God !  and  wilt  thou  condescend 448 

Great  God  !  the  followers  of  thy  Son 24 

Grows  dark  thy  path  before  thee 456 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Guide  us;  Lord  !  while,  hand  in  hand 62 

Hark !  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes      ......  109 

Hark  !  through  the  waking  earth 188 

Hasten,  Lord,  to  my  release 216 

Hast  thou,  'midst  life's  empty  noises 301 

Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned 90 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken 192 

Heave,  mighty  ocean,  heave 430 

Heaven  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin 232 

He  knelt ;  the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed 132 

He  lived  as  none  but  he  has  lived 125 

Heralds  of  creation !  cry 465 

Here,  in  this  place  of  prayer 12 

He  sendeth  sun,  he  sendeth  shower 264 

He  was  there  alone,  when  even 118 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  God  Almighty 49 

Holy  Son  of  God  most  high 114 

House  of  our  God,  with  cheerful  anthems  ring 397 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 124 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 350 

How  dear  is  the  thought,  that  the  angels  of  God     ....  355 

How  gentle  God's  commands 258 

How  glad  the  tone  when  summer's  sun 394 

How  happy  is  he  born  or  taught 279 

How  little  of  ourselves  we  know 325 

How  long,  O  Lord,  his  brother's  blood 185 

How  shall  we  praise  thee,  Lord  of  light 25 

How  sweet,  how  calm,  this  Sabbath  morn 374 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 119 

Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar 184 

I  am  free  !  I  am  free  !  I  have  broken  away 244 

I  cannot  always  trace  the  way 74 

If  love,  the  noblest,  purest,  best 146 

If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 304 

In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines 433 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  we  glory 145 

In  the  morning  I  will  pray 364 

In  the  Saviour's  hour  of  death 134 


INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

In  thy  courts  let  peace  be  found 14 

In  trouble  and  in  grief,  O  God 334 

In  vain  we  thus  recall  to  mind 149 

I  saw  on  earth  another  light 91 

Israel's  Shepherd,  guide  us,  feed  us 58 

Is  there  a  lone  and  dreary  hour 266 

Is  this  a  fast  for  me  ....    1 387 

I  thirst  ?  O,  grant  the  waters  pure 236 

It  is  a  faith  sublime  and  sure 356 

It  is  finished !  glorious  word       136 

".-It  is  finished  !  "  Man  of  sorrows 141 

It  was  no  path  of  flowers 142 

I  want  a  principle  within 224 

I  want  the  spirit  of  power  within 223 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 176 

Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is 450 

Jesus,  while  he  dwelt  below 452 

Jews  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness 135 

Joy  !  joy  !  a  year  is  born 389 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come 110 

Launch  thy  bark,  mariner 431 

Leader  of  Israel's  host,  and  Guide 270 

Let  me  not  wander  comfortless 338 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high 137 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire 21 

Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain 402 

Lo  !  God  is  here  5  let  us  adore 13 

Lo,  my  shepherd's  hand  divine       469 

Lord,  before  thy  presence  come 17 

Lord !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 70 

Lord,  from  thy  blessed  throne       415 

Lord,  have  mercy  when  we  pray 204 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 228 

Lord !  I  believe  j  thy  power  I  own 207 

Lord,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place 54 

Lord,  in  whose  might  the  Saviour  trod 117 

Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  here 173 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  our  vows 373 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 16 

Lord,  once  our  faith  in  man  no  fear  could  move      ....  420 

Lord  !  thou  didst  arise  and  say 186 

Lord,  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven 47 

Lord  !  what  offering  shall  we  bring 11 

Lo,  the  lilies  of  the  field       267 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 8 

Love  on  !  love  on  !  but  not  the  things  that  own 298 

Lowly  and  solemn  be 344 

Many  a  power  within  earth's  bosom 432 

Mark  the  soft-falling  snow 169 

Men !  whose  boast  it  is,  that  ye 437 

Mighty  God !  the  first,  the  last       72 

Mighty  One,  whose  name  is  holy 414 

Mother,  mother !  cease  thy  weeping       413 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 147 

My  Father,  when  around  me  spread 337 

My  God !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway 86 

My  God  !  in  morning's  radiant  hour 56 

My  God,  I  thank  thee  !  may  no  thought 327 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 263 

My  God,  my  strength,  my  hope 225 

My  God !  permit  me  not  to  be 221 

My  soul  no  more  shall  strive  in  vain 241 

Nay,  tell  us  not  of  dangers  dire 309 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 239 

No  human  eyes  thy  face  may  see 76 

No  more,  on  earth  no  more 352 

None  loves  me,  Father,  with  thy  love 249 

Not  in  the  name  of  pride 155 

Not  in  this  simple  rite  alone 152 

Not  only  doth  the  voiceful  day 89 

Not  that  thy  boundless  love,  my  God 275 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 454 

Not  with  the  flashing  steel 419 

Now  gird  your  patient  loins  again 451 

Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright 365 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone 363 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

O,  be  not  faithless !  with  the  morn 297 

O,  draw  me,  Father,  after  thee 222 

O'er  silent  field  and  lonely  lawn 461 

O'er  the  mount  and  through  the  moor 308 

O  fairest-born  of  Love  and  Light 181 

Of  all  the  thoughts  of  God,  that  are 479 

O  Father,  though  the  anxious  fear       7 

O,  from  these  visions  dark  and  drear 208 

O  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given 65 

O  God  !  I  thank  thee  that  the  night 366 

O  God !  the  darkness  roll  away 172 

O  God,  thy  children,  gathered  here 384 

O  God  !  to  thee  our  hearts  would  pay 401 

O  God,  to  thee,  who  first  hast  given 243 

O  God,  we  praise  thee,  and  confess 50 

O  God  !  who  knowest  how  frail  we  are 205 

O  God,  whose  presence  glows  in  all 23 

O,  heaven  is  where  no  secret  dread 361 

O,  help  us,  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need 209 

O,  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love 158 

O  holy  Father !  'mid  the  calm   . 26 

O,  if  thy  brow,  serene  and  calm 287 

O  Lord  !  how  happy  should  we  be 230 

O  Lord  !  through  thee  we  own       246 

O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart 242 

O  Love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray 233 

O  lovely  voices  of  the  sky 107 

On  earth  was  darkness  spread 138 

O,  not  alone  on  the  mount  of  prayer 290 

O,  not  alone  with  outward  sign 198 

"  O,  not  for  these  alone  I  pray  " 151 

O,  not  to  crush  with  abject  fear 122 

O,  not  when  the  death-prayer  is  said 343 

On  the  dark  wave  of  Galilee 127 

Onward,  Christian,  though  the  region 313 

Open,  Lord,  mine  inward  ear 93 

Oppression  shall  not  always  reign 190 

O  pure  Reformers  !  not  in  vain 191 

O,  richly.  Father,  have  I  been 203 

O,  say  not,  think  not,  heavenly  notes 443 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

O,  send  me  not  away  !  for  I  would  drink 202 

O  Source  divine,  and  Life  of  all 75 

O,  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way 316 

O  spirit,  freed  from  earth 351 

O,  stay  thy  tears  !  for  they  are  blest 346 

O,  still  trust  on,  if  in  thine  heart 299 

O  suffering  Friend  of  human  kind 129 

O  Thou,  at  whose  rebuke,  the  grave       441 

O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 211 

O  thou  great  Friend  to  all  the  sons  of  men 156 

O  Thou,  the  primal  fount  of  life  and  peace 477 

O  Thou  to  whom,  in  ancient  time       81 

O  Thou  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear 475 

O  Thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command 38 

O  Thou,  who  in  the  garden's  shade 140 

O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 383 

O  Thou  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  presides  ....  467 

O  Thou,  whose  power  stupendous 388 

O  Thou,  whose  presence  went  before 435 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 193 

Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground 449 

Our  Father  !  we  thank  thee  for  sleep 460 

Our  God  is  a  spirit,  and  they  who  aright 20 

Our  Heavenly  Father,  hear 28 

O,  what  though  our  feet  may  not  tread  where  Christ  trod      .  150 

O,  where  shall  rest  be  found 227 

O,  who  shall  say  he  knows  the  folds 283 

Part  in  peace  !  is  day  before  us 60 

Peace  of  God,  which  knows  no  measure 61 

Pour  forth  the  oil, — pour  boldly  forth 294 

Praise  and  thanks  and  cheerful  love 391 

Praise  the  Lord,  when  blushing  morning 393 

Praise  the  Lord !  ye  heavens  adore  him 51 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise       468 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 99 

Prayer  is  to  God  the  soul's  sure  way 100 

Preach  ye  the  gospel  in  my  name 385 

Press  on,  press  on !  ye  sons  of  light 312 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST    LINES. 

Quiet  from  God !  how  beautiful  to  keep 282 

Quiet  from  God !  to  feel 252 

Quiet;  Lord,  my  froward  heart 234 

Rejoice  in  God  alway 257 

Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest 218 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 238 

Saviour !  I  my  cross  have  taken 272 

Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed 307 

u  See  how  he  loved  ! "  exclaimed  the  Jews 123 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 445 

See  the  Lord,  thy  helper,  stand 253 

Send  kindly  light  amid  the  encircling  gloom 220 

Shall  we  grow  weary  in  our  watch 278 

Shine  on  our  souls,  Eternal  God 42 

Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  cross 314 

Slowly,  by  God's  hand  unfurled 371 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 48 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far Ill 

Soul  !  celestial  in  thy  birth 197 

Source  of  light  and  life  divine 368 

Speak  gently,  —  it  is  better  far 285 

Suppliant,  lo  !  thy  children  bend 15 

Supreme  and  universal  Light 44 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve       462 

Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 463 

Sweet  morn  !  from  countless  cups  of  gold 362 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King 302 

Teach  us  to  pray 27 

Tell  me  not,  in  mournful  numbers 310 

Thanks,  thanks  unto  God  !  who  in  mercy  hath  spoken      .     .  345 

Thanks  to  God  for  those  who  came 166 

That  blessed  law  of  thine 229 

The  aged  sufferer  waited  long 116 

The  breaking  waves  dashed  high 478 

The  bud  will  soon  become  a  flower 300 

The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers 328 

The  dead  are  like  the  stars  by  day 353 


INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

The  dove,  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies       273 

The  earth,  all  light  and  loveliness 359 

The  fountain  in  its  source 240 

The  heavenly  spheres  to  thee,  O  God 399 

The  kings  of  old  have  shrine  and  tomb 427 

The  land  our  fathers  left  to  us       436 

The  light  pours  down  from  heaven 458 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 472 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know      ....  247 

The  mourners  came,  at  break  of  day       347 

The  ocean  looketh  up  to  heaven 85 

The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise 19 

The  Past  is  dark  with  sin  and  shame 187 

The  peace  which  God  bestows       164 

There  cometh  o'er  the  spirit 392 

There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read 476 

There  is  a  state  unknown,  unseen 357 

There  ;s  a  strife  we  all  must  wage 319 

There  's  life  abroad ;  from  each  green  tree 395 

There  's  nothing  bright,  above,  below 83 

The  saints  on  earth  and  those  above       453 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 194 

The  spirits  of  the  loved  and  the  departed 354 

The  sunlight  of  mercy  is  speeding  its  way 177 

The  uplifted  eye  and  bended  knee 305 

The  winds  are  hushed ;  the  peaceful  moon 474 

The  world  may  change  from  old  to  new 274 

They,  who  on  the  Lord  rely 248 

They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace 82 

Think  gently  of  the  erring  one 284 

Thirsting  for  a  living  spring 5 

This  child  we  dedicate  to  thee       377 

This  world  is  not  a  fleeting  show 296 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee     .  409 

Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 84 

Though  lonely  be  thy  path,  fear  not,  for  he 336 

Though  wandering  in  a  stranger-land 88 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height 219 

Thou,  infinite  in  love 333 

Thou  Lord  of  Hosts,  whose  guiding  hand       425 


INDEX    OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Thou,  Lord,  who  rear'st  the  mountain's  height 303 

Thou  must  be  born  again       200 

Thou  that  art  strong  to  comfort,  look  on  me 330 

Thou,  whose  almighty  word 174 

Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene 261 

Through  all  this  life's  eventful  road 66 

Through  thee  as  we  together  came 163 

Thus  said  Jesus  : — "Go  and  do 292 

"Thy  kingdom  come  !"  the  heathen  lands 171 

Thy  presence,  ever  living  God .  67 

Thy  servants'  sandals,  Lord,  are  wet 386 

Thy  way  is  on  the  deep,  O  Lord 332 

Thy  will  be  done  !  in  devious  way 265 

Thy  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 276 

'T  is  my  happiness  below 271 

'T  is  not  the  gift,  but 't  is  the  spirit    .    ...    *    ....  289 

"  To  God  be  glory  !  Peace  on  earth  I"       422 

To  Him  who  children  blest 379 

To  prayer,  to  prayer !  —  for  the  morning  breaks   ......  2 

To  thee,  O  God  in  heaven 378 

To  the  Father's  love  we  trust 412 

To  thine  eternal  arms,  O  God 34 

Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 178 

Turn,  child  of  doubt,  estranged  from  God 196 

Turn  not  from  him  who  asks  of  thee 286 

Unto  thy  temple,  God  of  love 10 

Up  to  the  throne  of  God  is  borne 369 

Walk  in  the  light !  so  shalt  thou  know 429 

Was  it  in  vain  that  Jesus  prayed 183 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 102 

We  all,  O  Father,  all  are  thine 251 

Weep  thou,  O  mourner  !  but  in  lamentation 340 

We  join  to  pray,  with  wishes  kind 380 

We  love  the  venerable  house 423 

We  love  this  outward  world      .     ." 339 

We  sing  of  God,  the  mighty  source 71 

Westward,  Lord,  the  world  alluring \  418 

We  would  cast,  O  God,  on  thee 324 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

What !  know  ye  not  that  ye       280 

What  shall  we  ask  of  God  in  prayer 32 

When  arise  the  thoughts  of  sin 148 

When,  blest  Redeemer,  thou  art  near 154 

When  from  the  Jordan's  gleaming  wave 376 

When  grief  and  anguish  press  me  down 262 

When  in  thine  hour  of  conflict,  Lord 215 

When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved 36 

When  my  love  to  Christ  grows  weak 144 

When  thirst  for  power  or  for  gold       457 

When,  with  error  bewildered,  our  path  becomes  dreary  .    .  212 

Where  ancient  forests  widely  spread 382 

Where,  for  a  thousand  miles 417 

Where  is  thy  sting,  O  death       349 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night 105 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 95 

While  yet  the  youthful  spirit  bears 447 

Who  is  thy  neighbour  ?  he  whom  thou 293 

Who  shall  behold  the  glorious  day 175 

Why,  thou  never-setting  Light 210 

Wilt  thou  not  visit  me 237 

Within  thy  courts  have  millions  met       375 

With  silence  only  as  their  benediction 342 

Wouldst  thou  in  thy  lonely  hour 92 

Ye  joyous  ones  1  upon  whose  brow 446 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 277 

Yes  !  prayer  is  strong,  and  God  is  good 206 


31 


ERRATA. 


Hymn  40,  for  P.  M.  read  6  &  10s.  M. 
"     85,  v.  3,  I.  1,  for  hills,  read  rills. 
"    105,  v.  5,  I.  3,  /or  and,  read  who. 
"    164,  for  P.  M.  read  6  &  10s.  M. 
"   237,  r.  1,  I.  4,  /or  grew,  read  drew. 


Just  as  the  older  brother  gravitated  naturally  toward 
a  literary  life,  so  the  younger  brother  gravitated  toward 
the  ministry.  From  Harvard,  where  he  was  a  classmate 
and  close  friend  of  Edward  Everett  Hale,  he  was  gradu- 
ated in  1839;  and,  after  a  few  years  spent  in  teaching 
and  study,  entered  the  divinity  school  of  that  university, 
being  graduated  in  1846.  It  was  while  a  student  there 
that  he  and  another  friend,  Samuel  Johnson,  undertook 
to  compile  a  new  hymn  book  for  Unitarian  churches — a 
somewhat  audacious  venture  for  two  theological  students. 
The  book  appeared  in  1846,  under  the  name  of  The  Book 
of  Hymns ;  though  Theodore  Parker,  who  was  one  of 
the  first  to  use  it  in  his  services,  was  wont  to  call  it 
"  The  Book  of  Sams." 

The  book  was  very  remarkable  for  literary  merit.  It 
broke  away  from  the  old  tradition  of  dull  and  heavy 
hymns,  and  brought  before  the  churches  many  that  were 
fresh  and  beautiful.     Among  these  were  "  Lead,  Kindly 

Light,"  which  the  editors  had  found  in  a  newspaper,  and 
many  of  the  hymns  of  Mr.  Whittier  and  of  other  American 
writers.  The  book  had  a  great  influence  far  beyond  the 
bounds  of  those  who  shared  the  peculiar  religious  beliefs 
of  its  young  editors. 


